Monday, August 13, 2012

Using a Crane to Kill a Fly

Sell the farm, you mutherfuckers!
Don't you know the bottom is about to drop outta the continent?!
You drive those cars like they were rentals
You live your life like it were a rental
You mental, incidental destructive messengers of truth
The only thing lost is your fetish with youth
Now we are all old and we are all getting that way together
With coupons and morons deciding the day
This shit will certainly never go our way
The people, united, will never be deleted
Like the old man from Jaws,
the shark always eats you in the end
they wouldn't have it any other way
Same old story, same old way
Violence screaming at me from the TV
In voices and a language we can understand
Death from above, death by chocolate
death by cigarettes and over-education
and the infiltration of ignorance as the new normal
that and drones and clones and little phones
that run our lives and organize
And emphasize the agonizing reality
that we all will die
when we least expect it
even those that commit suicide
change their minds
Shut up all of you
and let sleeping dogs lie.

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