Iconoclasm Orgasm

Rather be broken down

Than built up on these podiums

Iconoclasm orgasm

Glass pandemonium

Sugar wafer ‘neath the bricks

Fretting toddler screams and kicks

Against a world that will not bend

And just can’t deal with it

Why don’t you suffer, little children?

It might do you good to hurt

I’m fanning out to hiss

At people who say things like this

They don’t bow to corporate groupthink

They don’t chug the corporate piss