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ministry

of boredom

of censorship

of disrespect

of hate

of critical thinking

of common sense

of absurdity

one

by one

to tackle

the control

remotely if possible

each

of these

important institutions

to instruct

and guide

the herd

to slaughter

dress up

the swine

lipstick

and the like

party dress

and all

still

the prime minister’s

wife

will

not be happy

in the coercion

of fornication

it is after all

still

a swine

a tramp

a slut

extraordinaire

movie version

cut

to fact

all pigs

in a poke

fear not

the tyranny

the illusion

the mastery

threatening

choose wisely

the hill

to die

sacrifice nothing

needlessly

a winnable cause

by simply

standing strong

resist

the urge

to argue

run

hide

disappear

into the mist

of time

suffer not

unless cornered

even rats succeed

fear not

the fabric

slick

as reigning

terror

crumbles under

being simply

ignored

dream on

movie goers

gamers

whores

of your own will

testament

to failure

try

try again

one day

arriving

to glory

piss not

in fear

revered

as noble

cause

just

desserts

and ice cream

pie

and pity

thrive

pussy

and pride

alike

sins forgivable

in kind

gestures sanctioned

in response

and responsibility

goes not

the father’s name

in vain

for vanity too

lipsticks

that fucking pig

swine I say

swine

all of you

pathetic sellouts

dreamers

and worthless

eating machines

dogs of war

no comfort

in loyalty

or even cuddle

on a cold

winter’s eve

screw the pooch

repeatedly

in the falsehood

of the ministry