a fork is a cold shiny tool
whoever has the fork in hand
controls the meal of its choice
we're told the first few punctures
better carved up in pieces
than blown up in the oven
forkboy flies by night on stolen fuel
opens a fake employment office
people desperate for work
return to quite a surprise
busted for intent to sell
junk bondage takeover glutton
unfold his rotary blades inside
pull the guts out and resell them
with the last one's pension funds
thousands more thrown out of work
so leona won't have to settle for a mint
to be the black pied piper
watches soap operas on tv
while 6 billion disappears from hud
what did you hope to gain
why do you hate your past