i was born from a thunder
storm
like the last
shall be first
and the first
shall be thunder
and we are all dying
trying to commit
ourselves to trying
like understand me now
i’m dying to know how
we got fucked up in this place
instead of engaging in space
and the world is ours
we know this already
but the world is theirs
as they engage with their heavy
handed ness
while they tell us to
digress
and retreat into nothing
nothing to something
to our all powered being
we own the world
WE FUCKING OWN THE WORLD
and they take it
and desecrate it
and act like they made it
and we sit here
idly by
waiting for them to mean
something to us.
instead of torture
or idiocracy
or abuse
or disease
or death.
MEAN SOMETHING TO US
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
they won’t.
they said, they won’t
and they’re sticking by their decision.
CUNTS.
Creative. Units. No. Treason. Seasonal.
Another acronym for the deep state, the papacy and the FBI.
love, yours truly, me, myself and I. (And Dave Harbour)
