FAT OF THE LAND: A MOCKERY OF OUR SOCIETY.
FAT OF THE LAND The street is littered with filth, Wares put out on display, flies hovering about. Seller’s with eyes that have beheld so much horror and struggle, foot wares that have trekked miles, all crying, come, buy our goods. Then they enter with their noses up high, hailed by the very people who despise them, riding in their posh cars, Looking well fed and rounded, despising the very filth they arose from. With their hands in their pockets, they grab wads upon wads of money bills,