I Hate it Here

I hate what they have made the world to be
The rank corruption
And not just the monetary kind
I mean complete moral, ethical corruption
Necrotic, gangrenous, cancerous putrefaction
The way they have degraded everything
Pulled us down to their level
Into the filth where they wallow
All that they touch rots
It sticks to everything we do
The deformation of normality
Of civility
At first we recoil, we are revulsed
Until we are numbed by repetition
Our gagging become shrugging
Becomes joking
Dark putrid humour
Flies to wanton boys
The flies that circle their shit
It’s the smell of it all, if there is such a thing
I feel saturated by it
Every thought is infected with the stink of their rot
Their putrescence seeping everywhere and into everything
Which was once good or the best of us
All of it is tainted
All of us are tainted
How long do we keep holding our noses and pretending
That our perfumed pompadours are not the one reeking?