The Last Gasp - Impaled

You are the chosen ones

Dubious honor to endure

Castigate your beggared homes

As filthy and unpure

Gorged on dihydrogen-oxide

To depollute

Your domiciles are sanctified

No longer dissolute

Awash in discharged fluids

Their lungs are now imbued

Succumbing to the big drink

A poly-chemical stew

Tongues are soaked in oil

Bowels evacuating gore

The future of this ghetto ward

On Davy Jones’s floor

Gale waves unleashed

From the levee that we blew

We did it all years before

Back four-score minus two

Drown the poor like rats

With our tæniafuge

This is the final gasp

Give heed to the great deluge

Corpses swell to burst

Drenched down to the bone

Survivors left to rot

On rooftops all alone

Atrophying in the sun

They’ll expire and putrefy

Then destiny is manifest

Our spoils are purified