The Last Gasp

You are the chosen ones
 Dubious honor to endure
 Castigate your beggared homes
 As filthy and unpure
 Gorged on dihydrogen-oxide
 To depollute
 Your domiciles are sanctified
 No longer dissolute
 Awash in discharged fluids
 Their lungs are now imbued
 Succumbing to the big drink
 A poly-chemical stew
 Tongues are soaked in oil
 Bowels evacuating gore
 The future of this ghetto ward
 On Davy Jones's floor
 Gale waves unleashed
 From the levee that we blew
 We did it all years before
 Back four-score minus two
 Drown the poor like rats
 With our tæniafuge
 This is the final gasp
 Give heed to the great deluge
 Corpses swell to burst
 Drenched down to the bone
 Survivors left to rot
 On rooftops all alone
 Atrophying in the sun
 They'll expire and putrefy
 Then destiny is manifest
 Our spoils are purified