Ghouls of All Defunct Regimes

And I lost my living wage And we cannot claim old age While lords play games and secrete plans To terrorize the promised lands And we cannot have old friends They’ve healed us all to death Who’s left to tell the difference anymore Between presence and persona? Ghouls of all defunct regimes Blood-fascist celebrities Capitalist tyranny Stands in for reality Baptized to the exclusive right To change the world, that it not change Their will to raise a conqueror In privatized Bohemia All that is work melts into data Style and syntax overflow Ideation of the eminence of life Let me get on with the activity of dying! Ghouls of all defunct regimes Hallucinate in holy signs Stripped bare at the meal line For cannibals of dated time Ghouls of all defunct regimes Army, police, bureaucracy, Clergy and judiciary — All die! I am the vile multitude!