Nociception numbs his apathy
A serotonin ronin hikes the trees
Hitching rides at night with Japanese fleets
Flying parchment kites inscribed with pleas
Coasting golden coasts to trade green tea leaves
Cosied in a docking cove for ship thieves
Traffic dead ones ashes for the bereaved
Artists go through anything to feed
Hither hindered fisherman at ease
Quarantine is keeping rivers clean
Payment for your shipment is work leave
The virus has exposed we're the disease
Watching Asia decompose through greed
Escape society through the seven seas
Ripostes over honest sincerity
Why is it a joke to poke at poverty
We're already dead
We're already dead
Dead, dead, dead
