Future Legend

And... in the death as the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare the shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building high on Poachers Hill and red mutant eyes gazed down on Hunger City no more big wheels fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats and ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love Me Avenue ripping and re-wrapping mink and shiny silver fox now leg warmers family badge of sapphire and cracked emeralds any day now the year of the Diamond Dogs “This ain't Rock 'n' Roll this is Genocide.”