You pray to angels with dirty wings, <br />Buy mercy and sell it, <br />Your rotten selfishness f*cking stinks, <br />Dozens of cities smell it. <br />Your dirty sl*ts own golden c*nts, <br />Justice smells just like dough, <br />Bribes, euro-bucks and some public stunts <br />At crusty First Channel's shows. <br /> <br />Your cash green eyes and your whiskey blood <br />Rule pointless decisions, <br />You, big knobs' dicks, are too deep in mud <br />Far beyond your own vision. <br />Newspapers vomit your ugly words, <br />Your promises are inflated, <br />The laws have turned into global swords, <br />The world is humiliated.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-knobs-dicks/
