Slack jawed and drooling, fog horned larger haze. Watch and clap and cheer and boo tribal grunts, nationalism on show like foetid flaccid cocks. Ape men half formed - boys in toned large bodies grunting, lacking parts that define us beyond beasts, flattered and spoilt, fawned on like demi-gods for the sake of green, grown arrogant - strut primordial dance around pig skins and leer. Satsuma people in front rows with clothes more valuable than homes for most, vacant and gaping. They look good on the covers.
A spectacle and show to prevent thought, revert us to ancestral states of compliance. We'll buy sponsored brands and lavish favours on associates, hand over what we have and willingly chained to watch. We are cattle amused by pretty pictures. Pour faith and soul and heart and love into black pits that churn malevolent to spout choking smog. Lungs and minds filled with sedatives to bind us - complain and gossip, whine and bitch - we'll talk and pretend to think repeating lines from boxes. Ignore the parasitic growth that stain us, don't look to mind worms and squid kings, they ride invisible. Watch the man child run and stop.
There is no other option. Illusion of choice, you're in with us now so learn. Celebrate and take joy in shit, wallow and roll in handed down faecal matter; smear it over and lap, it's divine. There are no stars, no beauty, no love or hope. Not now. All we want and need is there, pay no attention to skeletal crying children working bloody fingered, its a bargain. We stopped aspiring, stopped wanting, reaching, hoping for something more. But we have football. Great trade. Who wants creation bliss when there are goals to watch? Passive pale fish men stink and bloat; steeped in rot.
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