Ant Smith

All poems

Like father like son

Everybody knows you can shop on t'internet
Everybody knows you can pay for cybersex
Everybody knows you can watch a torture show
Everybody knows you can find yourself exposed
 
I want to find a baby out on the Internet
I want to find a baby that's just about perfect
I want to find a baby for my next project
I want to find a baby and wring it's fucking neck
For what it represents
 
Everybody knows everything has got a price
Everybody knows everything has a half life
Everybody knows everything must earn it's space
Everybody knows everything is out of place
 
I want to find a baby that I can inspect
I want to find a baby that no one could reject
I want to find a baby that could be a prophet
I want to find a baby that someone could respect
For what it represents
 
Everybody knows when all is said and done
Everybody knows how the end will come
Everybody knows what they can expect
Everybody knows why we carry no respect
 
I want to find a baby that I can gift a life
I want to find a baby that I can sacrifice
Everybody knows this terminal disease
Is passed from father to the son
Through our mutant genes
- please sir, can I have some more?