Internationalism from LOANLIFE by LOAN

This night feels the same to Tall Baby

as he watches winos that are dressed as rattle snakes

all in a cocky holocaust

that is too young to dress down



around here

citizens eat the chaser

and prove tha they got revenge

by their store counter rapport



there are new loads

of baby teeth shipped daily



the working class is in heaven

over but ignoring miles and miles of their work



this every kind of yard knows



this night feels the same

rattle snakes near spit and wine



Tall Baby fishes for lighter

and sees no leaders



sees a mother

the first sabbath

after losing her son

walk and weeze



everywhere is blades



with soundless imagination

streets die then smile



Tall Baby nods once

thinks of heaven



a look to the left will have to do

because you never look up

when you're near spit and wine

and the rich man's eager



Tall Baby thinks

same shit different decorations



Tall Baby shoots back

the skyline has gone sideways



roof tops have become gun barrels

there will never be cover again

millions surrender

Tall Baby's walls only talk about

hinges in times of Holocaust



on free trade sabbath

skyline returns to its feet

on a free trade sabbath

skyline marches



puts boot to fracture

babies in heaven

the real heaven

over red and shanty

ignoring nothing



this every kind of yard knows



on a free trade sabbath

skyline returns to first world



somewhere in a shipping company state

Tall Baby talks to gates

he's had no face for months



as self taught city says

only whites are welcomed

that city is a proud bastard still

when Tall Baby Returns

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