Immigroid Immigroid Immigroid, Dear Immigroid
what is the matter with you
Immigroid.

Do you not see your luck
your cleanliness now and freedom

the opportunities are endless in this land of plenty
and your charm has its price too

The tale of your life as just begun
and the lights of glory are at your footsteps
just look down and see how far you've come.

Forget what you knew
you won't be needing it here

In the land of plenty
excess
and fuck

mush and mud everywhere under your eyelids
you'll work like you've never done before
or you'll fester in hell

But worry not this poem is over
Immigroid Immigroid Immigroid
the liquid angels are looking down on you, or worse,
watching over you.