We are talking garbage.
All day we have been totting
up flotsam. We will have
no dumper truck with them,
nor will we sink their differences.
Asylum? They must be mad
to think that they may run amuck:
before they settle, we'll beat them
sky-high - and not be privy
to their waste of space.
Shift your carcass. Our leavings
are our own pickings, and this
is our old tin lid on it.
We are not dung romin. We
will send you all pakistan.
