In Futura, in the mortuary,
they tell jokes to dead corpses,
and feed them to the animals,
as men in bio suits,
they play rock and roll music,
and off the stomachs of the dead, they eat their dinners,
whilst shopping for goods on their mobile phones and watching TV,
as they try to smarten up their miserable homes,
and in the cemetery by the polluted sea,
it is as melancholy as can be,
as the workers,
they smoke cigarettes,
and whistle in between and stare out to sea,
high on amphetamines,
as they bury the corpses unceremoniously,
and hide their drug dealing money,
whilst laughing their heads off,
and fall into the freshly dug graves,
and claim they are working, by drinking all day,
and acting crazed whilst reciting poetry.
