anartheist

Does your company cover up its poisonings well enough

Does your politician lie through his teeth, read his lines well enough

Is PR a world we'll ever whirl them away from, catching them in the act

with their pants down, look on their face, like 

no way a peasant could have dismantled our charade of 1000 random padlocks

foreverability, lacking in your company

intelligence lacking in your persuasion

Charm sapping off, good looks sold the hook

To which I'll hang the hanger

faster than a blink