Rotten in rage, in a circle full of suits, I’ll creep in. Your CEO story is a boring competition, your speech has no substance. I use my tongue to pour fuel into the burner that lights up the subjects of your sedimentary spiel. I am a rebel from the waist down, that’s how I wear my crown. The flame of your burning KPIs and your SUVs and your BBCs and your MTVs is enough to warm the tiny village you have an IOU with. Here comes the sun, little darling.
A2 420 x 594mm
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