Crammond

It’s the middle of June
But here comes the snow.

Drown

Asphyxiation by avarice,
Lost in a sea of plastic bliss.

It’s time to fuck the world;
Hard and bloody and fast and violent

This earth, this home we’ve manned
With all the care of abusive lover

Smoking causes strokes and disability,
Like half the pills you dish out willingly.

Sale, it screams; this liars’ pyre.
This beacon belies what we truly desire.