The Swarm
You know that feeling of violation and filth you get
That shudder you get, whenever you hear about
The tick, the tape worm, or shit eating wriggler
These parasites of dread
Invading even your bed
A childhood nightmare
That you thought you left behind long ago
But like the worst childhood nightmare
It’s returned like a mutated parasite
Filthy all-consuming infecting everything decent
This infection consumes all before it
It has a certain stench, something like Rot and decay
It cares nothing of the child going hungry to feed its
need
It rejoices in the worker forced to work for their own
poverty
It positively wanks itself with excitement as another
school closes
Consumed by greed unequalled, by corruption reaching
everywhere
While you continue to look the other way
It continues to gorge itself, on hope and future and
anything good
This filth called
Corporate Swarm
©Martin
Hickman, March 2014
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