Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Hangovers in a world without inspiration, love, care, responsibility. And really, nobody learns anything.

What is the use?

This morning started out with potential
But I will do no good
I will not change anything today

It is bad enough for me to think that?
Is the whole world thinking that?
Or, rather do they not think at all
androids
flipping switches and screws
uninspired to change the world
or change anything anymore

the government is tracking your process
and keeping a database
on OSX... of course

The blacksmith is no longer black
and the silver smith isn't much of a smith
the cobbler makes software
to exploit young children
far far away
as long as you're detached

as long as you are not the one dropping the salvages of food
strung by parachutes
down to the starving countries
as long as you don't see the tears of the mothers
breaking down
with no way out

with no razorblades to end it all
without a cliff or a stitch of rope
these are the people
that want to drink your six dollar latte
and see how incredible it tastes when consumed with your four dollar apple scone
frosted with the sweetened mothers milk of a hard working lower class
stable boy
who is honest
who loves his friends
and who shops at wall mart for all his new baby clothes

the world stops
and the string quits the vibration
the easy fabric of black matter unwinds
lets loose its grip
Andromeda turns around and in it goes

Mother Mary
is sitting on a pile of reeds
and you step up for a taste
all she needs is a few drinks and a few hundred dollars
much too fun for just one person
so you step up
and no, not technically
it's not rape
there's consent

Girls gone wild for your briefcase
when tomorrow comes they'll steal your shoes
and take pictures of your favourite celeb

so tomorrow when you wake up
i hope you don't think
and i wish you the worst
there's unlimited possibilities and i hope you chose wrong
because your country has already chosen for you.