Bloodsport and Porn
Glenn Richards
All grace, all our grace, in a dirty thimble
In palsy halls some paintings kept
In ricket basements a trinket or two
Maybe a leopard survives in a zoo
No renaissance, no emerald dawn
But porn and bloodsport, bloodsport and porn
And a song, and some play, a shiny violin
In a vault in a fuckwit’s mansion
Excavated yesterday -
Curse this elevated state
No amount of wealth can sate
Now soul’s a store bought empty yawn
You’ve porn and bloodsport, bloodsport and porn
They play with their balls, they kill the animals
This night contains ten thousand years
Of screaming echoes in my ears
Enter auditorium
Exit vomitorium
A very tatty vеil torn
Porn and bloodsport, bloodsport and porn
