"mating on the crags" - E.P.

me, I'm
 mating on the crags
 with the psychos and the fags,
 seeing the dregs of America
 fly their own anti-flags...
 hackly and heckled
 contracting mutating diseases to
 spawn something hopefully
 north of nothing
 
It's the story of the leech-tight psych-ward wrist-band,
 of riches to rags to grocery cards,
 of birth-controlled orgies,
 sterilized liberties,
and the death-star nanny state,
 of many generationed Americans
 freezing gaunt in sanctioned hobo camps...
 and soul-lobotomied doctors
 finding their guttered-way by street-light
 
I'm mating on the crags
 with the junkies and the fags,
 seeing the dregs of America
 fly their own anti-flags...
 just waiting on the crags
 for the war-heads
 to restore some semblance of equality