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.