Town Hall In these days of global disaster, All the money disappears with the fame. I’ll say what I want, then burn my masters. I suggest you do the same. Hear my words, But don’t breathe the air You and I needn’t speak to share: “I’m so sick of the waiting, now.” “I feel sick, so I’m laying down.” All right, I won’t name names, So he won’t call legal We’ll call him Boe Jiden, and he killed Glass-Steagall. He’s on the trail, Off the rails, Profits over people. But I won’t call him a nazi Cause I haven’t seen his Eagle But I have seen his equal, and he’s seated in the White House, I have seen his equal, and she lost the fight twice, now. I have seen the evil in a man who’ll shake the hands of workers knowing they’ve been slaving for a feeble wage and little purpose, all to keep afloat his bloated lifestyle. All to keep us focused on our phones in the meanwhile If I’m a broken record, this has been a time trial But I will not go quietly into the future I’m supposed to hand to my child I will not politely hold my tongue when I see voters in the web of suppression So I’m about to burn the list of things we shouldn’t mention Alzheimers causes bouts of both confusion and aggression Sentences that fall apart And paper-thin patience I have not spent the past 4 years practicing critiques only to need them for the next administration Part of me would LOVE to vote for Trump to really stuff you Biden-Diatribe-Junkies who would tie us to a chair to watch them push out Bernie Sanders, say he needs to just accept the loss, then have your little celebration. I don’t know about you, but I have too much love for this misguided nation I can’t take another president who treats the world like he’s a wealthy tourist and he’s just too good to talk to all us Haitians My only choice should NOT have to be trading ONE president who chews at the Achilles heel of race relations Plays up all our prejudices, fears, and darkest motivations For one who Hands us over to the corporations like we’ve all been sex-trafficked, and I wish that was exaggeration. It’s part nightmare/part fascination Mostly fascists saying we’re a cushioned generation While they gut the funding made to lift you out your station While you miss your shift at your 3rd job cause you can’t afford your medication, Now the pain of your mobility is tied into the need to keep afloat and keep your family just this side of devastation Here’s the catch to immunization: You won’t get to have a say in what they give your baby, but in 20 years your baby better be prepared to pay right through the nose to be inoculated. So don’t you be surprised when all your insulin is confiscated Cause someone found a buyer who’s prepared to hike the price up even higher and if you land in a coma, just as well, because you’re out the conversation You’re Not around to stage a demonstration You’re Not around to protest human rights being eliminated Not around to protest all these voters being silenced and intimidated Maybe you can hear it in my intonation One mans revolution is another’s renovation One hand better wash the other or it’s amputated I hate to be so black and white but gray has led us straight into the mist, and now the lamp has faded. I don’t think that we have very long before the night is falling Quicker than anticipated Quicker than the stocks crashed, Quicker than your IRA was withered and emaciated Why obey the men who solved the crisis that they orchestrated? Why are we so pleased to see a corpse get up and speak, that we ignore the way the corpse debated? That he spoke in fragmented misinformation That he tried to make an honest mans mistake out of a fabrication? And all the major networks eat it up and tolerate it. So, whose side are they on if they can point it out in Trump but act like they don’t see it in the man they wanna call our Savior. Who keeps paying you to do such sick, dishonest labor? Oh, shit, We do? No shit, Me, too? Everything you buy will find a way to own or eat you? The companies that feed you fund agendas to defeat you? Strip your wits away, Rip your WIC away, ultimately put you in a place to have to loot to feed your kid today And then detain and beat you? How is such an obvious process not see-through? Least not without a UV light This year will purge our liberties with zero end in sight If you can’t cast a vote that gives you hope about our plight, If you pick up the pen, but, in your heart, it isn’t right. Think about the millions going hungry every night And have the guts to write in Bernie Have the guts to fight. Hear my words, there’s no time to spare We killed Democracy, it’s rotting in the square And with its last breath, it cursed the very air With the toxic miasma of class warfare Convulsions were brief, it seized for a minute then it ceased to fidget, it was just deep-sleep in a city-wide gibbet. A lot of sweet-nothings, like the rations we were given A film crew followed them into the city limits, To document the distribution A little piece of human interest in a time of mass confusion Some nice shots of a clean, white van Neighbors helping neighbors with their clean, white hands. Nevermind the boxes being empty, like the cans Never mind a photo op that didn’t feed a single man And this is nothing you can blame on one single man. Or his supporting and immoral horde of sycophants. We set the stage, we wrote the play, We gave the man a script and highlighted every line he had to say We’re only in this boat because we chose to sail away We didn’t core out the decay We let it spread We watched this nation warp into the noxious dictatorship it is today. We made conditions perfect It’s almost like we want it this way

How quickly our voices went mute How quickly we went from the top of the food chain to looting the orchard for low-hanging fruit Scavengers happy to pick at the flesh on a corpse in a suit And the corpse knows the game, so he plays it in spades cause that’s just what you do. He was born in the blight and it whitened him right to the rot in his root He’ll be happy to help us along to the farms where livestock comes out of a tube Where the berries are bluer than nature saw fit to make blue Where they patted themselves on the back when they mimicked the flavor of actual fruit. Regardless that during the process they wasted it, pound after pound in relentless pursuit. All the better to sweeten the medicine they can provide when your doctor assigns a disorder to you. That pain in your gut is the burden of proof. This is the weight of the truth How can you face me and say that this isn’t a sign of disorder to you? We don’t have long til the measures they take at our borders are put into place down the corner from you. Where you huddle and pray, Where you work, where you stay, Where your kids go to school. And all the ‘I told you so’s I’ll be entitled to scream, will never live up to the dream when you can’t tell the difference between a brutal regime and government rule These are the triumphs of man Wait, No These are the follies of fools We are the many, So we are the powerful, Wait, No Neutered and caged, We live the life of a shark in a pool Studied, provoked, and contained. Brimming with rage, that simmers and cools at the hint of a glittering jewel. Money’s the ticket to get in the gate, Money’s the food on the plate, Everyone paid to play, money determines what we won’t allow you to say Money dictates the path to fame Money’s the factor deciding how quickly you get to the grave, Also: the site of your grave Also: the lead in your water and whether we think that you ought to take action or think that it’s probably safe. Bet you the darker the shade of your neighbors face, the greater the chance of delay, Greater the chance that they’ll leave you to find your own way Pull yourself up by the strap of your boots, and wish all your poverty, debt, and depression away. Pick up a hobby, or turn to your faith. Easy to say, When you have the weight of the whole pharmaceutical industry helping you trample the peasants who speak against what you create What you support Who you obey What graphic backscratching brought us to this shameful place? What bloated lobbying resigned us to this hateful state? I, for one, will not accept a copy, watered-down-or not, of the embarrassment that holds our present office. I will not support a rambling idiot to lead us with a shred of promise. I will not endorse a lecherous, decrepit, aimless husk who answers every tough question with a rude comment. How is all this irony not hitting his supporters like a fucking COMET This is Diet Trump, at best, but with an extra dash of chemical corruption in his pockets See, in reality, you cannot fight a fire with a fire, cause it doesn’t stop it. You cannot fight a liar with a liar who is just a normal liar, not a master bullshit artist. We’ll miss the simple days of being livestock when suddenly, the farmer tells us, all along, that we’re the crops, and it’s the day of harvest. I’d rather rot and spoil than be taken to the market, And I heard that the farmer makes a killing when the yield is unfulfilling so it’s better business sense to throw us all into the garbage. I’m Joe Biden, and I approved your collar and the gash in your retirement. Took your CBD away and swapped out OxyContin for your vitamins I will lead you back into the blaze like a rewound fireman Vote for me if you want things the way they used to be before we cared for the environment. Deeper down the rabbit hole of fucking corporate entitlement Into the abyss of ‘I’ll take anything but THIS’ If that’s what you call choice, I choose denying it. Into the abyss of “I’ll take ANYTHING but this!” God, If THAT’S what you call choice, I choose denying it.

I think, back home They don’t care St. Patty’s full tilt Snacks on a table to share I mean, they didn’t even cancel the seafood fair Act like there isn’t a disease in the air We’ll foot the bill for this, and for once, It’s single-payer You’ll take a chance for a drink and a dance But that same risk wasn’t worth going out to vote to you Cause ten pages of obits in Italy chalked up to Covid still kinda sounds like a hoax to you. Come talk to me after your Costco can’t sell soap to you After ignorance can’t give hope to you And the kids you invited for spring break end up choking you Cause they all looked just like gold to you We are the young and the able-bodied Carry this filth like a kamikaze Maybe we’re wrong, this’ll all be good And you won’t drown alone like Natalie Wood Knock down some lady who’s 80 and buy all the charmin your Prius’s trunk space said you could I think, outside, they don’t care Smushed in close for a selfie, drinks in the air That’s half the mindset of ‘Be thankful it’s there while it’s there’ And half the mindset of ‘I don’t give a shit about you or your kids or your parents. But I promise you, kitten, this is not a joke, And it’s nothing rareThis is not a hoax, But it was surely a test. One for which we were unprepared One in which we will fight for air One in which we will lie to save face on a global scale And endanger the lives of the people who take at face value advice from their government Which ended with dozens of passengers shoved into passageways shoulder to shoulder for ten hours over Holding their breathOr expelling corona In a winding trail The sick and the well continued to mingle and spiral This is the signal that lights in the wake of the viral This was the test. Let’s hope it wasn’t our finals.

I’m Joe Biden I have no empathy I have low immunity But I will lure the last of you to vote and maybe die with impunity. I have zero moral purity. Every senior dead just means less people bitching when I gut social security. Vote for me if you’re okay with that and you can stomach the absurdity. Cast your vote and cast all your humanity aside and never bat an eye at caravans of homeless walking by comprised of someone else’s tragedies I can host the masterclass of sedentary rhetoric, and teach you how to cast a flaccid masterpiece Half of me is fast asleep, the other half is buzzing with the dying hum of treachery Every now and then I pop awake to pull some good-old-fashioned family-friendly lechery. You know, the kind you find yourself explaining to your daughter when she says “I have to tell you what he said to me.” And justify away a mans behavior cause he’s old and you’ve been told he’s more an ally than the enemy. Well I refuse to watch the DNC attempt to force our hand faster than Joe’s fingers in the 70’s. And hell, maybe well into his seventies. Now fact is fact, and allegations aren’t the centerpiece, But I have footage that undoubtedly presents to me A man who’s unafraid to grope a woman standing with her family A man who’s unashamed to sniff a child’s hair but claims morality And yet, a man who’s scared to death of single- payer A man in bed with walking-tumor Billionaires And forget about leadership, I’m not even seeing any faculties be demonstrated But I really get a kick out of Uncle Joe having technology forced upon him, because he of all people needs to know just how it feels to be digitally penetrated. He of all people needs to know how it feels to be a voter purged from the roll And I would rather die in the streets with a sign than in line at the polls. And maybe I’m a little out-of-touch, I’m 31 years old But you can bet that I’ll be voting with my conscience, cause I have a fucking soul.

I had to re-live the little things we said. You’ll keep me breathing, Whatever way it ends. If I have to die When it isn’t my time. To Wither in my prime thanks to Covid one-nine I’d wake up on the other side, and meet John Prine. Who’d have a song finished, or at least a couple lines, and I could shake his hand, and for the first time in about 30 days, I would feel like that was fine. That’s a long way to travel for a simple thing to find A little human contact that used to pass us by The little social contracts suspended in the ice Where we last saw friends Where we last touched hands Where we last lived our lives. I don’t think It’s reaching to say I won’t be the same beyond tonight. Give my love to John, and tell him I’ll keep writing songs until I die. I had to re-live, the little things we said. You’ll keep me breathing, Whatever way it ends.

Oh, what a time to be so needed And what a time to feel so used I didn’t know I was a soldier Til the sacrifice was over, and I didnt get to choose Somewhere there’s a mother worried sick about her daughter Cause when she starts her shift, she’s set adrift on dark uncharted waters. You can say that she’s a hero, but her Mom will tell you that she’s just another lamb that’s being sent to slaughter. And that she’ll be damned to see her baby girl be someone else’s fodder. And if it has to burn, let it burn, and she’ll smile at the shock on all the faces of the people who could not be bothered. Who couldn’t think outside their sphere of needs and problems. Who shrug off someone else’s fears and cannot feel enough to grieve another’s losses. They won’t want to be around when the oppressed re-write the message cause it’s ‘Eat The Rich and Skin Your Bosses’ Fuck around and find out, You can try to earn a vote or burn a vote and count your losses. But what you pass off as unity is truly something nauseous. Truly something toxic to a cause so truly conscious. Look at what we’re fighting for, Look inside the heart of who we fight to put in office. And ask yourself just what could be in someone else’s heart that makes them fight to try to stop this. Or makes them THINK that they could stop this.

Oh, God... I see what all the lies were for! Why they counted every lie until they piled on the floor Waved them in our faces til our eyes were fucking sore Because now a lie means NOTHING anymore! We are what we eat And you are what you legislate You are just an obstacle that’s blocking us from Medicaid So I am done being gentle. Here’s your voting record Now keep your eyes on it while you witness our potential CHOKE on our potential You, so quick to fashion something sacrificial from the sentimental You, so quick to tell me what’s essential Who can’t wait to have their condo built so they can look down and spit on something residential Shit on something genuine to make them think they’re consequential. I said it I’ll repeat it I’ll sing it in the streets, If need be, I’ll build the temple. I will pound the pulpit down into the ground Sounding out the gospel of the General. And I abhor war, but I would proudly be your general. And know that I would sooner die singing out in battle, than seated at a table to negotiate or settle. I will beat my chest, as a gesture of success, or to try and slow the rattle. I will be a galvanized wrecking ball that serves to guard the fragile Those of us composed of skin and bones, who have lost their jobs or homes, yet who are fed upon like cattle. The fence is coming down, and the farm shall be dismantled. And all you well-off moderates can clutch your fucking pearls and sweat the scandal, In honesty, I like the sound of that enough to sample.

Look, Fat, I don’t work for you I’m not sorry that my policies don’t work for you And that sucks bout your cough, but there’s work to do Gotta reopen the shop, gotta just push through Two jars of bleach, pick one, you lose. Two jars of bleach, which one do you choose? Neither gives a shit about you, or shares your views, or cares if you can’t pay for food. Get a firm grip on the straps of your boots. Get a good look at the last of the fruit. Get your good book, cause you can’t buy booze Honey, Take heart cause the dead don’t bruise. So, a bit about me, I don’t believe in god, right? That said, I’ll be praying on debate night, Joe can’t speak right. And, You can call me petty, but I really wanna see him bring a knife to a dog fight. Where each mutt stuffed a blunderbuss up his canines And they can pull right up alongside Joe In broad-goddamn-daylight and maul his broadside. Cause Joe’s gonna fold up the sails and stick the cannons out the wrong side. And I’m not saying he and only he solely represent the wrong side. I’m saying both parties work to keep us hog tied. We have been immobilized and fed upon steadily for such a long time that we’re too weak to see that it could ever have been otherwise. Don’t focus our nominees laundry list of rape accusals, focus on the other guys’ Focus on the other side. Focus on The Tiger King, Look, there’s a firefly! What were you saying? Tara Reade? She’s an actress, right? She was in a film called ‘A pattern of unwanted hugs and touches from a man that you trusted’, right? And in the end, when she finds out her boss was just another piece of shit, she felt betrayed and then disgusted, right? And he goes on to live his life, run for office, keep his wife, and nobody discussed it, right? Yeah, I’ve seen the film a hundred times. There are two jars of bleach on a table. Pick either one, and you lose. Two jars of bleach on a table. Exercise your right to choose.

Throw your perception down to the ground And see it swallowed by the snow Maybe the open mind is a void Where nothing ever really grows Maybe you're outside, and I'm in the confines of what I know But I lost my voice out here And without it I am never going home Our voice is being stolen! Picture me, capital steps, eyes swollen, Carrying a sign reading “We are being lied to” If healthcare for all was a full nude, Mitch McConnell’s only giving side-boob. Only making promises to wave a little hope right in your face and then deny you So pardon me if I would rather burn my fucking vote to defy you. And I hope it makes you hate me, makes you feel like I’m just wasting any chance of bringing change but I am not complicit in what brought us to this place. And I will not support us being further led astray And I don’t care the color hearse that carries us away The filth on both the blue and red makes each a sickly gray And it sickens me to witness just how quickly we obey How quickly we accept the meager scraps that fall our way Scraps supposed to last us 30 days. Scraps that barely cover bills that can’t be paid. Scraps that couldn’t pay for Nancy’s chocolate for a day And all the thoughts and prayers in the world can’t fix it cause I’m drowning in my thoughts and I don’t pray. And if this is where you tell me that’s the problem, There’s the door, pal, thanks for staying. And if Jills right, all you have to do is just swallow, and you can play the game. In that case, Jill, I won’t be playing. So how about you save your blame and try to change somebody who’s still doesn’t know which way they’re swaying? I Won’t Vote For A Ra Pist That’s All I’m Saying And when they asked if I had any last words, Honey, I did my impression of a spectator at Wimbledon Back and forth back and forth I hope that answers your question you simpleton

Hm, what to do now, That all that Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2 money ran out. And that wave you rode from #MeToo didn’t pan out, Who knew you could shrink your spine down and shift in your seat, and switch where you stand now. I’m sure it’s all worth it for your big, fat handout. Just don’t get caught around Joe with his hands out Eyes elsewhere Tongue out Pants down. You chose to take the word of one man who gladly held civil rights ransom, Over countless women who have been touched and sniffed and grabbed and whispered to on camera. Not to mention one staffer who found herself out of a job when she wouldn’t accept his advances. Not that it stopped him from forcing his hands cause he was a powerful man who assumed that she thought he was handsome. Now, what was it you said about giving victims their chances? Trusting the courage of those who would speak in the face of such monstrous detractors? Trusting the stories of women abused in a system that sees them as actors? See, Alyssa, an actor is someone who’s paid to portray different characters. Sometimes dramatic, comedic, absurdist, or sometimes a rape-defense strategist. So based on the size of the check, is this payoff exceeding your averages? I guess it would have to be, look at the people you’re taking advantage of. I don’t think anyone decent could sleep in the night knowing they sold out sex abuse victims months after standing with them Months after saying we need to embrace their decisions to speak, and not be surprised when people believe what they read, find themselves quickly misled, find themselves saying that they don’t believe. Just how much money to make up a loophole where you can save face while betraying your scruples? Just how much money to trample your morals and peddle a possible pedophile with a straight face, like you’re loyal? Warren’s just a garden snake, Alyssa is a cobra in the soil, from the venom in her mouthpiece Straight through the cold blood coursing through her coils. I hope that she hears this and somehow it gets to her more than rest and she positively boils. So if you see her spitting venom, you can’t blame a desperate snake for trying to sell a little oil. Times are tough And Time is up. For Senators and Royals. Ignore all the Epstein connections, and inner circle yacht parties held by your employers Alyssa says it’s fine. And you should say it’s fine. Or she might call her lawyer. I’d hang that cease and desist on the wall like a trophy of war, a piece of a country I entered unseen, and left it’s destroyer. It’s a victory to me if I’m up under your skin and you're reaching for the pliers Pretend I’m a voyeur Show me the fire. Once for the record, Alyssa Milano, I’ve called you an overpaid liar.

Spoiler alert, this songs about race. About the sick double standards that some of us face. And how it’s on the rest of us how we react Why what you see should be giving you so much to say. Why it’s important you speak. Why we aren’t free, And why we should never behave. If you don’t think we are systemically biased by race My DM’s are open We can do a live chat I will gladly call a bigot to your face I’m so VERY interested to hear what you might have to say Hear you shift blame Hear you try explaining why a black man ought to get shot over chips but a white man with a flag and a trump banner is allowed to post up and wave 2 handguns outside the place where his governor stays? Tell me that’s not about race. Tell me if a black man held up Hospital traffic that he’ would still be here to tell you about it today. The fuck can you say? Tell me if an affluent white family’s son got killed over some chips That you wouldn’t see them the next day on good morning America, bathed in support while they grieve, flashing a link to a gofundme on the screen, When we all well know they can pay for a grave so it’s basically tips. Tell me why a man ought to die for some chips. Tell me why minorities are first to be thrown to the fire when they wanna get things re-opened Tell me why your chances of succumbing to corona are higher if you’re poor or you’re black and the people who tell you to go back to work ALL KNOW that. Because half of a million more dead poor won’t have an effect on their bottom line. Nancy’s ice cream stock won’t show that. It won’t reflect on the profits that pour in. Death won’t slow that. Let THEM do the work if they want it done so bad. Get Chuck and Trump and Nancy, Pence and Steve and Barr and KellyAnne and Fauci They can come down, they can bag the groceries They can stock shelves with no masks in close quarters with some new coworkers who sound like COVID. If you would die for this country, then show it. If you don’t think you’re better than those you ask sacrifice of, then show it.

In case it wasn’t obvious, I dont support our President, our President’s a tumor. But I won’t waste time on him, I’m more interested in fleshing out what you label rumors. Out here in the trenches tryna rebrand conspiracy to blue-wave boomers. I can give at least one reason why Bernie got shafted for every dollar spent by Mike Bloomberg. It ain’t the simplest thing to make the truth sing louder than acceptance of a 3% voter turnout As soon as you point out a gross discrepancy, a large amount of people quickly label you a Bernie-Bro-Burnout And you know what? I don’t just smoke, Honey, Every day I burn enough to put you in the GROUND and I am STILL putting more together than you’ve ever found, The only thing I can’t wrap my mind around is why you aren’t concerned now. Why you don’t see that the DNC don’t want what’s best for you or me, or the kids in your house, or the cages, or the streets or the homeless or the trees, they are focusing solely on numbers and means, bleeding us slowly through overdraft fees. I have a feeling the earth will be frozen before they agree if our rent needs to freeze Congress is rotten from deep in its heart to its coat made of fleas Twitching and writhing with movement made only by parasites working in tandem to lobby their needs They all give a heave and the corpse lifts a hand and is able to stimulate one of their larva to breed Now there are 7 nonprofits that do not keep records where once there were three. Burn what you read. Believe what you see. We are the only ones fighting to make something better for you and for me. That’s all that they’ll give us. It’s all that we have. But it’s all that we need. We are all we need. Congress, get back to work. Wake the fuck up. How's this emergency STILL not enough? Is it not real til its in YOUR lungs? Gimme your hands. Gimme your tongues.

If women are the fairer sex Men must be the fouler sex When Triggered, we, undoubtedly, have vocal bouts of powder keg We designed the physical embodiment of liberty, and irony of ironies we chose to represent it using feminine imagery being grounded. Freedom rooted to the spot Liberty without her legs Cause what does a man like more than a woman always carrying a torch for you? But, holding it, you’ll only wanna touch it, and the flame will come to torture you. Some of us don’t know what we do. Some of us swear that we don’t, but of course we do. Men are quick to fetishize fortitude, but god forbid we see it in a woman, or we’re bent on destroying you. Men are, by nature, competitive, Man is, by nature, becoming irrelevant. After we’re gone we’ll live on in the soil through only unnatural elements. I lost a bet with myself cause my child was born in a world that still had a few elephants Man is a toxin whose washing to sea is no bother to me, and will hardly be seen with a shimmer of sentiment Nature has seen that we’re all an impediment. Nature is shaking us loose, Nature is digging us out by the roots, and it’s all for her betterment. We’ve pulled the cord on shedding so many species from the earth, maybe it’s our turn to shed a bit. When I try to view it as Karma for all of our slaughters i feel a bit calmer accepting my death a bit. Covid-19 is a precipice. Nature will push us or finally cave and keep paying our benefits. But we can’t overstay our welcome and then try to bribe our way into extending it. If Natures saying ‘Time’s Up’ we are in the role of the powerful oppressor, who needed to be held to a standard that was better, who is easily doubted if for no other reason than their power. But looking at our record it’s apparent we’ve a long unhealthy pattern Of wasting what matters Of poisoning the seas and the soil of the pastures The peace of the dark of night. Only mankind has made dimmer all the stars in the sky Littered far corners with shrapnel of satellites Caused more extinction that you could ever tabulate or quantify So if we’re up next, I’m not saying that it doesn’t suck, Only that we qualify. Have a great day, Live an honest life, Hold all your loved ones tight. Nothings ever guaranteed, Only that our dead will eventually be canonized. This will go down as a war between insurers and those not willing to be sacrificed. That’s my time, Back to our lives while we have our lives. Captains log, 4-2020, I’m an optimist, as ever, but I marinate in too much truth to ever truly feel sterilized. Captains log 4-2020, honey, that’s my time.

You can’t keep giving us Nothing And think that we’re bluffing about coming for your heads. Why play civil if you won’t listen to fifty thousand dead? Now we know our mission, Form a militia Make Congress a prison Why play civil when all these dead won’t make you listen? ~ What’s more American that slaying your oppressors? What’s more American than liberty or death first? I thought we were founded on abolishing the tyranny of those who would starve a village all to live empirically And I regret that I have only one life to give for the cause now that I can see the cause so clearly I want our leaders, regardless of party, to fear me, I will pick my targets and assassinate them lyrically, I will bring them out into the town square, hook em to the pillory, and leave them there. Hillary, I’ll see you there. Welcome to the fantasy of rhetoric Welcome the last of free speech while we can get it. And I promise you can get it All you corporate Democrats and second-wave confederates, GOP illusionists and neo nazi bureaucrats And stephen fucking Miller, I will see you in the aftermath When all the laws are dust and there’s just moral justice after that I will hunt you through the wasteland if it comes to that and rub you in the dirt like a cheap human Brillo pad. I can sleep just fine when our beds are burning, Stephen, but I’ll gladly turn around and run into the blaze to get my pillow back. As long as I can lay my head down, I can live with that. I can deal with a little ash. I can feel like a little of the old me burned with the bed and the rest of my past. The old world where we all lived and we can’t get back The old world where you didn’t give and you’d still get back? Where you could rake in 12 billion and give none back? Those days are behind us, the virus will kill all of that. Your wealth is behind us, And kindness is meant for the past. Our leaders would bind us and starve us and call it a fast. A sacrament meant for their God who they garnish in cash And they feed it the poor by the hundreds, that’s all that it asks. It’s hunger is legion And people in need are all it will have. So our only chance is to starve it and hope that it turns on them!

I watched a man decide to stand up for us, Then I watched them take him away I hate to break down your respect for the process But the process won’t be saved. Hi, I’m Nancy, and I love ice cream But not as much as watching people forced out of their homes Watching people forced out in the streets to live alone Knowing that I own every homeless set of bones It’s all more support for my hideous and ill-gotten throne The weight of which is too much for you to bear alone Which is why you ended up threadbare, alone, kicked off your benefits and left to your own The diner you worked at was told it could open its doors, but there’s no clientele, and it’s prolly just as well because half of the staff didn’t last so they can’t come to work anymore. You can’t expect a corpse to pull itself through the door to flip omelets for 8 bucks an hour anymore. Make your own food. Clean your own floors. Fake your own news Fill a whole morgue Get a film crew out front, but don’t let them In the doors. Let’s keep it: Front line heroes, America’s soldiers, you know the score. Joe knows the score. Stop saying this election is so goddamn important And start telling Joe he needs to reign in his supporters Oh, that’s right, Joe can’t even reign his tongue in behind his resin molars Pardon me for asking faculties of someone who is vying to control us. The man is not speechless quite yet, but you can bet he’s soulless. And if you think he’ll stop the greatest threat that’s held a public office, you might be Joe’s equal in the ignorance department. I can guarantee you we will finish what we started. A rabid coalition of activists and politicians, Sex workers, educators, artists. Those of us who followed Bernie so close, and fell the farthest. Who will not falter until all of us are cared for regardless of whether it would turn a profit. And I am not a leader, or a teacher, or a prophet, But I am here to proudly say today’s the day I start campaigning for the role of speaker of the house we will build from the bones of the old congress. And when I say bones, I do not mean framework or stones, I mean literally bones of the old guard keeping us from progress. Tonight’s the last dawn before things get their darkest. Calm before the storm Calm before the harvest. Tonight’s the last dawn before things get their darkest.

It takes a strong woman And a voice without fear To speak up in the face of who we are this year So if you see a strong woman You should tell her that she’s strong Because the strong don’t get to speak for very long We love to sing the praises of our first amendment rights We love to feign encouragement to truly speak your mind Tell you that your speech is free so go say what you like But our speech isn’t free, we pay for it in friends, and they’re dropping like flies. Disappearing right before our eyes And every day what Twitter calls free speech is being redefined Slowly Shaped in Biden’s image and the alt right Gutless rape apologists and mothers who are quick to claim they want Trump out so badly that they’d offer Joe their child for a night. I tell myself that all of those are bots so I can function in my off time. I’m trying to raise a child, so I don’t have the time or means to find out where these people live and hold them to the fire til they swear that they can see the light. So you can keep the party, it is not where my allegiance lies It’s in defending every rape survivor scrutinized It’s in uplifting every voice they try to euthanize Your leaders see you, Honey, but they do not view with human eyes. Instead they let us have our little space to bicker, Split up into factions where we’re grouped by belief, and I bet you twitter sits back and bets on which will eat itself quicker. Free speech is governed by an all-seeing-eye and a silent listener Who pulls the plug on anyone who dares to try and tell you that you’re prisoners. Arbitrarily suspends a woman trying to defend herself from colonies of rape-enablers flooding her DM’s with trauma triggers. And then she’s suspended, and they don’t tell her why, but I think we understand. But let me get it straight for her assassin, if he’s listening, cause he’s such a simple man. You can call a woman a (w****) or a (c***) or a (s***) or a bitch, or make light of her rape, or pretend like you know where she lives, Or go dig up a picture of her parents or her kids, and there’s zero, repercussions, isn’t that how it stands? But somehow SHE gets banned? In case you didn’t look into the people that you silence You seem to target those of us who fight to stem the tides of bitter vitriol from those intent on mocking rape survivors and belittling domestic violence. Well, Twitter, ban me now before I find that fucking chad and drag him out his filthy basement by his eyelids. Say: “if you could see me, motherfucker, I am smiling!” Speech is not free, it’s a sliding scale based on how well you follow guidelines How well you keep your mouth shut, How few waves you make at Epstein island Speech is not free, it’s been hunted for a decade through the highlands. Even when it’s sleeping, it hears echoes of the dogs and rattle of it’s shackle and it’s chains And the dream always starts when it trips on a root and it ends a millisecond shy of when the dog bites in. And it wakes up to find that another brilliant mind got silenced in the night for speaking truth about Joe fucking Biden. I’ve never felt a gut punch that hit so physical from losing someone only in the medium provided. But if she hears this, I hope she can feel like she owns this song even though I’ll write it. You were gone in a flash, but you left enough gas for us to Bern and fight another year, and we will fucking fight it. Do you hear me Twitter? We will fight it! It’s called holding to your standards, motherfucker, you should try it. I hope tonight you’re lying in the dark wide awake, and the sound of you kneecapping free speech splits the quiet Ironic that you call yourselves ‘Support’ when what you do is disproportionately silencing survivors. So maybe drop 'support' and call yourselves defilers. Call yourselves defenders of a bunch of corporate interests who suppressed our right to speak, amid a global crisis Then ask yourselves if you’ve been on the same side as the virus. Your kind have been a thorn in our side since the days of Osiris I knew you in some form then, back when I penned your lyrics on papyrus Now; here we are again, and by Twitters scale of Dangerous Subversion, I would like to think I’m high-risk. But, ultimately, Twitter gets to pick and choose the flavor of your global news, and leave you in the litter of a hundred different Biden Bots with all the same world views who constantly barrage you with filth until you’re clawing out your iris This might just be the last song before I’m silent. So if it’s Bon Voyage, tell my mom and my son I was a kamikaze pilot.

I don’t need to say it at all, myself, Cause now you can see it, And I don’t want to say that I lost myself Cause I didn’t need it Whoever I was when this started, I think that they’ll stay in the past And if that’s all I’ve lost when it’s over I’ll be happy with that. I don’t have the inflection for commercial rap appeal And I’m a little too subversive to be verified. If, some day, I reach 10k, I’ll retract it, I’ll admit it, and I’ll clarify. In the meantime, I’ll be underground where the air’s beyond rarified Honestly, It’s barely there, And, honestly, it’s paradise. I don’t have a label that can tell me how my lyrics aren’t conducive to the royalties of parasites. I’m just one man in an 05 GMC with an iPhone 8 and a low end mic tryna take down the DNC, Stay up late and go into a rage and record all night and wake the next day like: “damn, that’s me?” So trust when I tell you that your fury will articulate the things you’re afraid to believe You can tell cause I shake when I speak. There is anger in the air that we breathe. ~~~ Liberally applied like the label of ‘Progressive’ slapped on every neoliberal spamming you their message Slapped on every Buttigeiege who tells you cozy up to your oppressors Pardon me if I don’t trust a word out of Rattigan The Lesser. Don’t shut your eyes, love The more you know the better The worse you see, the sweeter A peaceful revolution doesn’t really fill a theater A flint will start a fire, and Flint water douses it, but if you think it’s safe to drink you must have skipped the kool-aid and gone for the ether. Cause I think you’re fucking dreaming. Are you? No? Good, me either. Alright, let’s take a short breather.

Don’t worry, Joe said nothing fundamentally will change So you can still end up living in the street cause your rent isn’t magically paid You can still wind up shot if you’re black on a jog in the middle of the day You can still wind up losing your job, and then watching your healthcare sailing away Joe could be sitting in office 2 years after the fact and still be telling us Trump is unfit to be leading The way I wonder Obama’d wanna say Before he kicks us out in the cold Too bad that your charm and your smile and your money can’t buy you a goddamn soul Thank you for serving us up on an altar to burn in the absence of coal I bet you when we start eating the rich we will find that Barack is the sweetest of all Cause he has the deepest resolve. Cause he was the devious one all along He came to lead us along, And most of us swallowed the bait, I know I couldn’t wait to be singing the song, holding the sign, tears in my eyes, something would change, we would be heard, we would be fed, we would start cutting our chains. Only to find out Barack had been building the gates, and digging the graves, and blowing the bubble that burst in our face, happy to shovel you into your place, happy to let them foreclose on your place. Happy to smile while bombing civilians, you didn’t know them, they’re miles away, But now he is targeting you and your kids and the business you started that can’t get a loan and your husband is not getting paid. We had a chance at a livable future, And he cut it down right in front of America’s face. Trump is an imbecile Trump is a bigot Trump is a pawn And Barack is a fucking disgrace. You push out Bernie, you push us all into the grave! And Millions of hands of the starving will not see you saved. So spare me when fucking Obama has something to say.

I saw them take their masks off, babe, And every single one showed their honest faces I never knew them anyway, And I never felt safe in your public places At least, now, we know who was fake. At least, now, we know who to blame At least, now, we know who we won’t save! How many people sat in occupied Berlin wondering when they’d patronize their favorite restaurants again? Did Anne Frank huddle in the attic thinking ‘This is so stupid that I can’t have a cookout with my friends.’? I’d love to see you live with REAL oppression, See you try to cope with having all your rights suspended See you come to grips with just how mutable your freedoms are, well beyond the scope of your canceled hair appointment that has rendered your life so upended As simple of an act as it is to wear a mask, I am flabberfuckinggasted that it needs to be defended. That you can’t wear a paper mask to help save lives while you shop for 30 minutes. At this point I don’t care what you believe, you’re a lost cause to me if you can see the death toll and try to spin it. But by all means, advertise your shitty take and witness just how quickly you’ll be finished. Imagine if you put the same energy and fire into standing up for people who have TRULY had their liberties diminished. I’ll let that sink in a minute. You seem to think a mask is such a big commitment Tell that to a nurse who’s spent 11 hours wearing old equipment. That they wore the last 4 days, maybe 5, I mean, honestly, who recalls the last shipment? I don’t agree with labeling them as soldiers but they ultimately have the same mission as a medic on the field making snap decisions Who’s a waste of limited resources, time, and space, and who might actually have a chance at living? Now, tell me why you won’t wear a mask while you shop for provisions Try and keep a straight face while preaching your entitlement to all of those in need who so conveniently escape your vision Or, better yet, tell me you’re a Christian. Tell me where it is in all your fabricated teachings that you heal your fellow man with such an ignorant position as refusing to protect both you, and them, of your own volition. If God was real, and there was any justice, you would be imprisoned. Flash forward a decade to a quiet exchange between the second to the last and the actual last of us, Something akin to what all of the romans at Carthage heard spoken by Tacitus "You made a desert, and you call it peace." You call the dead in the streets the cost of disease, I call it the unashamed bleeding of activists Our leaders are thinning the herd just to fleece us and half of them think that’s the cost of us all being capitalists The others just don’t really care if you’re one of the peasants that make up their averages How bout we call you essential and bump you to 10 bucks an hour to keep making sandwiches. The kind of a person who only provides you with aid because they just bought stock in the bandages Nobody stood in the wreckage of Jonestown and labeled it something benign as mismanagement.

I Thought I’d make a difference And before I knew the difference I was played out If thoughts and prayers would listen We’ve been praying til we’re blistered Now we’re prayed out. Heroes only get up in our way, say what they think you wanna hear em say, til you wake up one day and they’re (played out) You can take your heart and your passion to the hall, But you’ll find too soon, If you don’t play ball you’re (played out) The senate won’t get it, And the stocks won’t fall They’ll bounce right back Like your check dissolves I checked the victrola, the record wasn’t off, It was (played out) Look at us, worldwide leader of verified cases A beacon of bullshit hailing itself as a case to be made for America’s greatness Worldwide leader of hastily dug mass graves for neglected patients Other world leaders can see us corralling our homeless from out in the streets into cramped stations, coax a little growth out of rights violations, and spin it into something a bit more eugenic that passes as policy and doesn’t seem to raise red flags at the old United Nations Speaking of, folks, may I address you directly? Our wellspring of hope is a month past empty Our voting has been tainted, you can look at the discrepancies I speak on behalf of a lot of us when I say ‘rescue me’ Send a coalition, please liberate our families Topple the regime that can feed the banks and just leave us clamoring Scrambling for scraps while they lap dance lobbyists, cash them out, and send them home with vouchers good for at least one future amnesty. Madam Speaker, have a seat. Would you take a moment to enlighten me and try to shed some light on why you opted to monopolize a tragedy? Grab a little capital like capital is all you see? How to even fall asleep when all you hear are all the screams of parents at their wits end knowing they’re about to tell their child there’s no food to eat? Does it take a lot of ice cream to doze off, And god knows how many Xanax to guarantee you don’t dream? So you can wake, well-rested, and start another day of just grinding the poor into chum to appease the machine? Now we know you better, that you aren’t really human, no matter how human you seem

Wait! Turns out I have something else to say! But words have let us all down. We are in the wastes now, If we choose to lay down, Let them bring our wage down Nancy wants you face down, PRAY! If you find resilience in your faith. It’s on all of us to lead the way. It takes all of us to lift the weight. We were told it’s normal and required that we suffocate! Wait! I will not be carried to my grave! In perfect health and perfectly awake! The Earth is not the sweetest of escapes, But the surface is a merciless and purpose-sickened place. Don’t stay, Tell him that he doesn’t have to stay Hold his hand and let him slip away There is nothing here that’s worth the wait Nothing good is waiting in the wings Don’t stay Don’t stay All our lives just frozen in time Frozen in time Only so much shown through the eyes Shown through the eyes

Everyday life just feels like there’s no time. Wake up, and then you blink: it’s last night. And I won’t lie, I think this is our new life. And I don’t mind. (Everyday life just) Happens in between the battle scenes to keep your mind (Wake up, and then you) Come around the bend to see the end’s another starting line (And I won’t lie) I’ve been playing hooky from the truth a long time And I don’t mind. Life is but a dream until the dream is just your life. Everything is blurry in between the visquine and set pieces on a vacant soundstage where there once played the day-to-day monotony and minutiae of a different time. A far cry from a tall glass meant for wine full of cheap gin over Patsy Cline. But that’s a story for another night. Tonight I wanna disconnect and feel the full effect of being someone only stressed about a Turnip Price. Look outside, read one headline, eat, drink, sleep, internalize. Maybe sprout a tumor with the stress that I suppressed when I hung up that sign that said ‘Only Good Vibes’ Like a dog in a fire thinking “This Is Fine” Hoping someone’s thinking for me, Cause I can’t decide. Who could blame Mother Nature Fantasizing our infanticide?

Fuck,I need a cigarette And I don’t even smoke cigarettes Quick to call a liberal illiterate Only child real mild mannered runt litter kid What if our response was all deliberate? That our suffering was none of their concern til it aroused a corporate interest The systematic culling of the poor in the most elaborate terms Mass murder in the simplest And in such dark hours the powers that be saw fit to pervert our movement To something more invalid Kneecap the candidate who’s standing up to fight for something genuine They made me watch them tear his fangs out Dig his spine out Core his soul out Curl him in their lap And I am not intent on just forgiving that That said, I will not be counted as a democrat. The only thing worse than the leader of your movement suddenly assassinated Is the same leader brutally neutered and then domesticated Churning out the copy pasted talking points of someone who should only be in the news due to an investigation, not to celebrate his back room nomination To stutter-fuck his way through denials of a rape allegation Demonstrating plainly that he’s not fit for team lead at Dairy Queen, let alone to lead a nation. I’d like to think that every time Jill leaves him struggling to speak, And parades him for the cameras when he’s lost and he’s weak That she knows damn well what she’s doing and it’s all payback for every intern he penetrated. In reality I’m sure she’s just a power hungry monster driven only by her aspirations And if Joe’s gotta rape a couple ladies, take a photo op and grope their babies, that’s just the means to the end of the whole equation. Maybe Jill masterminds the whole goddamn operation Barack’s gonna shut real progress down with a second round of that old Obama obfuscation Tell you ‘Don’t get mad, Vote’ Knowing he just gutted any hope of liberation But we won’t forget. Flint won’t forget And post-revolution, ‘flint’ will be our occupation When we burn wall street without mercy or hesitation. And I’ll say a few words as the first match burns and I’ll still be yelling hoarse at the ashes of the conflagration As fearlessly Pyrrhus as I am Obama is Priam and we will sing outside the Troy of his home Til our voices are all that he hears in the depths of his soul And we’ll say: FIRED UP! READY TO GO! They made me watch them Tear his fangs out Dig his spine out Core his soul out Curl him in their lap! And I am not intent on just forgiving that.

(The Sheep Goes) “If a hospitals in need of more PPE there’s no reason that they can’t buy it.” (The Sheep Goes) “It’s a business owners call if they choose to enforce mask use to stay compliant.” (The Sheep Goes) “You know a lot of deaths are vitamin deficiency related, and they prolly had a poor diet” (The Sheep Goes) “It’s a lot like the flu, but the media’s conspiring to keep that quiet.” (The Sheep Goes) You won’t catch me on the CDC site catching up on guidelines, I’ll be choosing faith over science. I’ll be at the beach if you need me, but 6 sharp I gotta get home for a 2-grand zoom call live with the Biden’s. At the end he asks the middle class to leave the room a moment while he lays bare the next phase of fully unrestrained police violence. And (The Sheep Goes) Silent They say no man is an island But when you’re drowning alone then it clicks that you either were one of the castaways crafting a signal or one of the many oblivious pilots We could burn every palm we can find but they won’t ever open their eyes cause they flyover right around five when the sun fights right through your eyelids Just a long slow trail of goodbye left behind as the orange turns violet (Everyday life just feels like there's no time) You can't keep giving us nothing and think we're bluffing about coming for your heads. (Wake up and then you blink: it's last night.) Why play civil if you won't listen to 100,000 dead? (And I won't lie, I think this is our new life) Now we know our mission, we form a militia, make congress a prison. (And I don't mind.) Why play civil when all these dead won't make you listen?