Moral Perversion Poem by Matthew Foor

Crystals drip from the lips
Of spoiled profligates

Spilling forth bloodmoney
Creating verbal homicide

Fussing over tactile regrets
Instituting blunt force laws
Creating magnificent pause

Abandoning empathetic responses
To a world begging for relapse

Industry ruling with a chemical fist
Dishing out samples of moral perversion
Desicrating and tarnishing

Utilizing the power of cohersion
Fooling the fools

Minimizing outlash
that would undoubtably cause them to crash
Burn to a crisp
Unleashing the citizen's fist

Oh but that day will come
Industry will finally succumb
To the morality we've built
We've suffered to the hilt

Finally taking note