Incandescent venom surges from melted blue coats now black in infirm fury. Bodies charred by fuck-affronted free folk. Tasting BBQ. Feasting on meat and cop crackling.

We burn ‘cause we hungry, Wet bellies loaded on government liquor.

Ain’t no food today but hootch is available with your legit state ID. Street meat cooks fast drunk.

Rindles of black-ash tears baptize the fresh meal-deal free for all to seize. Just reach inside and eat it if you can beat the feral kids and dogs. Ain’t no shame in coping a bite.