Everyday Pox - Napalm Death

Crack a wry smile

For the gravest of fortunes

You illuminate the room

Here — a toast with urine

To empathy

Too far removed

To indulge or divulge

Extend my hand

And your flesh crawls

Touched by asinine mongrels

You’re rife with everyday pox

Suspect foreign bodies encroaching

On your space — they obstruct,

You detest, you obstruct,

They detest

Unwashed interferers multiplying

Out of range — They obstruct,

You detest, you obstruct,

They detest

Steady diet of hearsay

Rumour, primed yo up the fervour

Just rife with everyday pox

Ramming home prejudgements into

Every smirking face — air drainer

Trespasser

Everyday Pox