give me a another stress headache,
hit me with more overtime,
glaring gaps in my future planning,
bills piling up faster than my income,
hard facts and soft reasoning,
bleeding heart heroes,
knuckle dragging gay salesmen,
burned black churches,
with rich pastors,
and poor nations feeling more pain
than a conveniently turned blind eye
Fuck this level of hostile prosperity,
fraudulent social slavery,
celebrity cult cannibals
feeding on the fresh minds
of young debutantes,
one stage away from pupating
into another locust plague.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve committed my life
to making it possible for kids to grow up
in a world where the highest possible life achievements
lay in the gilded halls of political councils,
chaired by corrupt, shit slinging apes
in bad suits with worse speechwriters,
barely stuttering over the next lie that crawls
out of their mouths;
like a fat female spider,
swollen with eggs,
burrowing into our collective consciousness,
incubating the next descent of our species.
Fighting to breathe,
this is the heart of the modern normal.
The hatred, the division,
the subjugation of the non-conformist,
as the anti-establishment becomes the established
and fuck a moderate
and kill the burden of care that got us here.
It’s all okay;
except it’s not okay.
It’s a distraction,
a magic trick.
meant to dupe suckers
clicking “like” every minute.
So, this is what it feels like to be doomed.
HG – 2016