Blackbird singing in a silent wood


Blackbird singing
In a pork-copter.
Falling. Spinning.
Helter Skelter.

Rupert’s bare-arsed
SUN got close.
Jailbird died.
Murder cover. Doze.

And a new man
Pulled him up.
Butter flew
Into teacup.

Sour appalling
Shit-storm lies.
Hearts of stone
Weep blood of lies.

Murdoch’s SUN breeds maggot flies

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