You don’t call, don’t write
How is that not to imply that you think what I’m doing must be right.
Think that I’m doing alright
And you don’t mind giving up your rights

Don’t mind seeing your leaders aligned with the violent right
Don’t mind carrying water to pour on the altar where we plan to sacrifice all of your pensions
in one of our nameless imperial rites.

That renders the rioters silent and pries every rhyme by its root in their heads

That quiets the storm by denying them platforms to buy up some time for the task force crafting a law to detain them and mace them if they try to ask for their water and bread.

Mind you, the bread looks like moss off a Boulder from all of the mold, and the water is rusted, and red. Bitter as all of the blood you hear pounding when you try to block out the sounds as you’re lying in bed.

Mind you, the bed is a spot on the floor, and there’s really no more to be said.


You don’t call, don’t write.
If you knew better, there’d be mountains of letters outside, stacked to the sky,
blocking the sun out, blocking my drive,
slow the flow of my campaign funds down,
my reputation in the ground by sundown.
Good thing I got MSNBC on my PR rundown
To put you at ease, maybe give you a nice little neolib rubdown
Blare my redemption from Breitbart to Cum Town.

Flood all your free speech channels with a bunch of raw shit, and shut the pumps down.

Usher out a couple dozen sock accounts to pop up in your mentions with their toxins stocked and talons out, here to help defend a man’s dementia with the passion of a talent scout selling you their bullshit while their drooling half a gallon down the hat they’ll pull a rabbit out,

Verbally, they’ll strap you down, slap you with a finely crafted soundbyte from the squad that you can try to feed your family with, and playback for the officers arriving to evict you in the hopes that they won’t snatch you out.

But, big surprise,
Their Clubs are out and masks are down.
Impolitely asking you to pack a little faster now,
Just to please the bastard with the fascist tats and badge that makes him think he’s someone actually of matter, not an actor playing overseer at the sick behest of benefactors who will starve as many families as it takes to make their profits fatter.

And when they tell those loyal cops, their kids are on the chopping block, to sate their daily greed and need to satisfy their hungry stocks,
Statistically, 2-fifths of these are all too pleased, cause it just means that they can beat their spouses without all those little, weak, attempts to make them stop.

I was watching T.V. screaming “Make it stop”
Screaming at the cable feed of double-talk,
Screaming at the daily razor shaving down our labor laws.
Screaming at the Left like they can wave a wand and change it all.
Screaming at the leaders we gave time, and trust, and money to, who played us all.
We, the people, tattered rags and paper dolls.

Screaming at our debt, and at the over-fed pigs who create it all.

Trying to teach the ways of the world to my son, like I don’t hate it all.

Stone soup?
Cops came and ate it all

Waters for the homeless?
Cops are gonna break em all.

Education Budget?
Cops are gonna take it all.
send your kids to prison, think about the time you’ll save us all.

Years later, you’ll be lucky if you’re paid at all.

Years later, you’ll be wired to a grid
that turns your brains electric current
to a resource they can strip,
and we’ll all be mining Bitcoin
80 hours at a clip,
too tired for the drive home,
it ain’t worth the trip,
cause it hurts to be reminded
that you never see your kid.

And every time they fire up the hub
and plug you in,
their memory recedes a little further
til it blurs into the dim

Til you can’t recall your kin.

Open up your eyes,
and you see “Tesla” on your skin.

Earn a dime a day and owe them 20
for the mandatory membership to Tesla Gym.

We’re all one big, happy family,
who neutralized your family at the gates
when they tried to sneak a message in.

And taunts you with escape in our advertising messaging.

Taunts you with the sounds of a child at play, a warm summer day, the things we can all sense slipping away cause their frequency is lessening

You are Working for a living in which you are only visiting.

Working under safety laws that profit ends up pivoting

Shifting into figures in which losing you is just the cost of maximizing profit in the world that we do business in.

The world in which we fight to see the bright side but always get the business end.

And I’ve been here in wait, since late ‘08 to witness this descent.

Suck my soul away, in little bits, a dime a day, but with a monthly cap of fifty cents.

Cause Tesla-funded-studies show that overpaid employees don’t know what to do with all the extra money cause they’re lazy, and they’re ignorant.

But, all that extra capital keeps innovation radical, and you can say that you were part of history in the making, in the unacknowledged, patronizing, strictly-honorary sense.

We understand you may resent
that Mr. Musk was heaven-sent
to take you on his back for his divine ascent
And just before he reached
the palace gates above the firmament,
he dropped you on the outer steppes
a month before retirement.

Again, may we refer you to suggested ways
of demonstrating gratitude for Mr. Musk,
that he was kind enough
to let you feed his great leviathan.

Tesla funded studies show
that you amount to nothing
in the hours you’re not wired in.

Hours you spend quietly denying
that you let them in your head,
or let them walk potential buyers in.

Mind you, all of this,
a mere month before retirement.
Mind you, your retirement
is waiting in the dirt that feeds the hyacinth.

Or, maybe, if you’re lucky, you can spend another year assisting researchers in bio-synth

Mind you, that amounts to nothing more than torture, but they wipe your memory after every session, washing out all prior sense.

Think of it as Mr. Musk absolving all your prior sins.

Don’t think of it as skinning you and fitting you with trial limbs

Thing of it as Mr. Musk presenting you the opportunity to help America’s Elite achieve tighter skin.

Fuller lips.

Healthy Eyes

Smoother lids

Don’t think of it as rape, try to think of it as Mr. Musk assigning you a mate because America needs cattle, I mean, kids.

Don’t ask what Mr. Musk can do for you, ask yourself if there is something more you have to give.

Ask yourself what more you have to give.

Ask yourself what more you have to give.

Ask yourself what more you have to give.