Future Legend

And in the death
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare
The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building
High on Poacher's Hill
And red, mutant eyes gazed down on Hunger City

No more big wheels
Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats
And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes
Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscr@pers
Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue

Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers
F@mily badge of sapphire and cracked emerald

Any day now
The Year of the Diamond Dogs

"This ain't rock 'n' roll - this is genocide."

David Robert Jones (8 January, 1947 – 10 January, 2016)