Buck the system
try to fuck the system
and they’ll find you in a field
filled with lead

Then they’ll call it suicide,
no gun to be found but
guns can run and hide
can’t they?

We are being spied on
twenty four
satellite imagery follows
your trajectory
and every where you go
they know.

Rufus told me,
it’s me talking fuckery,
which I think means
he doesn’t believe me
but you do
don’t you?

© 2017, John Smallshaw.