I know it’s hard to pay attention.
But I need you eyes-up right now,
Try to give me just a little more
At the risk of sounding like a pessimist I think it’s safe to say that brighter days might be laying down six feet beneath the floor
At the risk of sounding too accelerationist I think we just might need a civil war
To stand a chance against a ruling class who rig the game and spend a fortune more than we could ever save on an ad campaign to explain how we’re looking at an even score.
They complete the ritual and disappear through hidden doors.
They wrap up a speech about a water crisis, warning you to ration every drop
and you get thirsty at the thought,
and turn around to find them sitting
at your table, calmly sipping yours.
They’ve set up travel offices,
locked up all your faucets,
started shitting on your kitchen floor.
Like: “Thanks for your support, Bitch, vote some more.”
“We can keep this going like an open sore”
Watch your squat estate turn into storage wars.
Watch them turn your will into an order form.
Order up the perfect storm
An unassuming operative of court approved surveillance and coercion
One which the most studious observer would confirm as nothing more than your nasturtium
One in which the utterly malignant Mister Musk
has swapped out all the chlorophyll
for Tesla chloroform
Propagating Seeds that breed a lord of war
That wait to germinate until the day
that Tesla’s set to merge with Amazon
So begins the long descent of Babylon
When all your churches, homes,
and little Monuments are trampled on
And While I know the sound will be
so sickening, I also know a little part of me
is gonna wish I had my sampler on
To capture all the screams of disbelief
from the insulated, gated, safe communities that never seemed to care
how many bodies all their land was on
Cause now they’re all patrolled by the same soulless soldiers that, when they pull you over, couldn’t give a flying fuck if it’s a taser or a gun that their hand is on.
And some are only in it for the thrill of knowing, everyday, they’re making sure another kid is finding out their dad is gone.
Who’d have thought Biden’s Racial Jungle would be planted here by Amazon?
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