Of the pipes of Empire winding down.
They tell you you're free, they tell you you're brave.
But you cower in corners afraid of the light.
A wheezy whistle comes out of your mouth.
A thousand whistles in fetid air take flight,
Break the sound barrier, crackling hot.
It's damp, your bones ache, the boil on your back
Festers, attracts the attention of other rats.
You jump one, break its neck in two, eat.
Eat and sh*t in the dark and damp,
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