Hey you! Product of society, serial code: 7X1991419
It doesn’t matter, you’re all the same.
Are you fresh off the line, or have you been polluting for some time?
Listen to me Bang my Box (so what if it’s the fourth time.)
Do you like it?
Do you appreciate it?
Can you explain yourself?
The answer is magically “No.”
I wonder why?
Maybe it’s because of that new shirt I got – the one that says on the front, “Individual???”
Why don’t you smoke another cigarette, you ignorant ass?
In time, you will receive what is yours; and the bills to fix it will be too much, and the
equipment to heal will not yet exist.
But not to worry, everybody will still think you’re COOL.
I do not claim to be perfect. I, serial code: 6L12354, have done the same –
And soon the Sores will begin work, but luckily their shift has not yet begun.
Ms. X, how is your fifth husband? Great. So……
What is it like not knowing what love is?
Can’t figure it out?!?!?!
Then let’s break the houses!
We’ll smash them with hammers, tear them with saws,
but FIRST, we’ll destroy the insides with our words and minds.
All this… to better ourselves, to make it all BETTER…….
When in reality, we get further, and further, and further, and further, and further away.
From the reality that is not good enough for us to recognize, this is the one we ignore
And you, you’re not trying hard enough, you must succeed.
Why? Why ask why, that’s just how it is.
Forget that. Why don’t I just blow a line? that’s the way to solve everything.
If we quit reality, they’ll be no job for Consciousness. The beauty of it all…
Food courts and freeways, all clogged with machines – the ones who bleed when taken
apart, and hurt when they fall.
------------------All this accepted; this is the norm.
And ANYTHING else is pure absurdity – it’s ’99, get with the Flow.
Reason for writing:
Commenting on society after a difficult evening
Birth sign: Scorpio
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