Friday, 3 May 2013

The Thieves

This was a party stopped by thieves
Who smashed the records in their sleeves
And made the dancers stand in cells
Singing desperately to themselves

This was the way the party stopped
All the frenetic movement blocked
All that culture swept away
Nothing valuable left to say

The thieves look on and measure us
The height the weight the sexual tastes
Selling the chance to sell to me 
For the escalating price of free