Wasters and the degenerate

We all have internal environments
We all have venous blood
We all have minds to think with
Caught up in the flood
Of life and death and lockdown
The official title for
House arrest
I too detest
Our freedom and our core

Values stripped and broken
The unleashed comes to us all
The madness of the moment
The making of each new rule
Designed it says to save us
But in perpetuity
What I see
Is moronic
And a travesty

And now we see the outcome
the remnants of distress
The ugliness personified
The latest type of dress
The masks the blue gloves
Dropped everywhere
In streets in shopping carts
In car parks in green spaces
And a lot of broken hearts

We all have internal environments
And clearly some are poor
Dirty blood is flooding through
Our bodies and I am sure
If that’s the case then littering
Is commonplace and those
Suffering the inner filth
That wretchedness it grows
And so they soil tHe environments
Just cast their masks away
All their germs their saliva
Intact and on its way
To the poor souls who must clean it up
The unpaid possibly
This is what we are seeing
In the streets regrettably
The suffering is catastrophic
The weariness it too
So many are now bleeding in their homes
So what about those who
Wear their bloody masks
And just toss them away

Already they have reached the ocean
Floating in the coming spray
I feel the desolation of the house arrests
As we
Sink into oblivion
In our cloisters frantically
Hoping for a miracle
From this man made evil we
So we Expect more of our fellow men and women
Actually.