Christopher Lux fucks ducks
Did you know?
He doesn’t really (I suppose)
I just wanted to show
My disdain and my repulsion
For this bald white man’s compulsion
To blame the youth, the Maori, the poor,
Anyone it seems, except those at the core
The CEO’s of major corp’s (read: Unilever & Air NZ)
Determined to turn us all into corpses on a dead
(but profitable) planet
Feasting on the rest of us like ganets,
The hungry ghosts never done
Always needing more until they’ve won
And can happily die with billions in the bank,
Leaving disaster in wake
Blind to the scale of their mistake,
So all-consumed by myths and fake, artificial things
Like money and cars, companies and bars,
Aeroplanes and limousines and power politics
All the while the real, complex, life-giving world
Is poisoned & is sick.
All the while the majority are teetering on the brink.
A country is not a company Christopher (living in) Lux.
An economy is not a piggy-bank
Police violence begets more violence
People are not kids to spank
Exporting kai overseas to wealthy Japanese
Does nothing to ease food poverty for Kiwi’s.
Does sending a letter to every house in the country
Count as wasteful and excessive spending..?
From who’s pockets are you lending?
…
Now, ducks are well known for raping each other,
With scary corkscrew penises
Christopher’s head looks like a penis,
Like he wants to launch himself missile-like
At the world and xxxplode…
Christopher has a corkscrew tail
That National’s PR dept. are having a hard time covering up
Luckily for them the middle class are blissfully, ignorantly over-informed,
And no-one else votes.