Social Dirt Love

Dirt love
Heart shaped
Computerized
Thoughts not spoken
Rarely
Medium well
Taste the spit supplied
By our only
Father/Pope
Love dirt
In the soil secrets are buried
Rare-ly
Does the pain speak
To Saints (!)
(pushed your ass against steel dumpsters.)
The social part of life
Only mimics networks
Of once great
Civilizations
Dirty fate awaits
While we go on living
Living and supplying
The world with fascism
Gotta' legalize our-selves before
Anything else!