Hunger in the eyes of predatory chemists, the willing demise of lost souls there premise, to money not fame, off the empty eyed art students flame under catharses unretreating mist.
Prey slouch through the streets, dusk till dawn.
The shrieking threat from the preachers father, all mix to a solution, precipitate a non-existant nugget in a walleyes fish memory,
its effervescence a decadent miasma of a million's worth of waste, flowing neath our feet for 365 days straight, and a 365 days rate of not enough mopes in the pockets of the 99% the one cruel miser stands at the top,
working in a victems complex of money already got, off confedorate mainstay livestock.
The "leaches" slosh through a shameful sea of our gaudy grandiosity,
huddling in alleyways with three walls of grout, dark brick, vomit, trash cans , hookers subsisting, junkies losing consciousness, three pillars non-existent
and the third shadowed by an open barrier, peering in in disgust at mistakes we created, don't ask why food is rejected, check the diagonal, food water love shelter work, all commodities they cant flourish on a platter with a scathing post-it reply to your callousness, much less turn into a product to be proud of, a waiter to your ego, in a restaurant where food is prepared, half-eatan, and tossed, the miasma reaches in and makes sure nothing is pulled away, from the consumers bright eyed, jaded, shallow search for objects to appraise, in a daze of life, nods fast at chatter-heads, concedes and trusts in popular populist un-opinioned concistency, that plagues your TV, that reaches ears in family rooms containing parents, children gone, homework a sidenote, dead, no nagging, bickering, sign of life for a harried but steady life supplier, critiscism in an underfunded underslung, underhanded attack to the flank of an "odd"-generation, so condemned, will persecute, antagonize, take lies for truths in the eyes of a progenitors lost place in society, shaking fists and heads at synthesized causal "truths", leaking metal rage proofs, there undeserving handhold reduced to the acerbic rants of what will be bigger than them, outlive their influence, then slows for a few isolated tradgedys, finds bonds for figureheads, exposed and enabled in a spotlight of love, unquestionable respect, supplies lies to fit the justified nationalists view, wades through the deep waters that never abated, commiserating on the tragedy of miscommunication which arrose from the aloof nature of a mistake made twice in unity, in a thinly crowded ballot dominated by one or another cults of a false dichotomy, one let their guard down,watching leaches doused in salt die slow, unwilling to dish out the dough to form better lives for all, building pleasure into a compact critical mass container, by indulgant baricuda's providing services to a powerdrive of authority, and smug pithy speeches of respect, they get none from thier institution, the good old boys who just couldnt get anymore than a slap on the wrist, the vacant, left the room prescence of fearless dominance masked by savior's instinct, theyll deliver you to a timeout holding you from respite, use the big toys of justice, the big guns of bravery, funds flow from the fear of a dawn bright and transperent, the miasma a favourite for ludites, spending futures on pasts, a concrete jungle less forgiving, taking, stealing, raping what little inoccence we drag out of the womb, and patting our backs for turning heavy handed cinicals, into hard minded criminals, and harmless hedonists to hopeless pleadances, the twenty first century, taking two steps forward one step back, and whacking you for being an individual, the insinuated diction that we reign graceful guidance over the methods of our brothers, but crucify light shedders, the eighteenth century still mocks and bites and spits, and threatens to break out of a cage made of old and new bits of resentment, fear, weaponized and alone in thier struggle against harmless living, feeling, breathing,
In a way that would shake the fluffy clouds to show an angry old fool.
Everyones a victim
Spreading manure across sparse landscapes, sprinkled in crushed rock, no lesser of four evils, occupying forces taking turns spreading the-illogical terror, creating accomplices, stoning, moaning at the west, taking part in jovial purges, self righteous archetypal scripture upholders, illiteracy a necessity, bursting through splintered wooden doors, spraying bullets,painful disdainful preaching in blood and mud, over the reputability of moderates, stoking the fires of hate, cruelty stampeding over theyre brood dedicated for arms, adhobie sand dwellings steeped in textiles cooling windows made singeing wounds, a widening of boundaries blood letting through heavy indifferent bombardment, explosives, blood money from a rabid watchdog, enemy of my enemy is my friend, UNLESS THAT ENEMY IS ESSENTIALY MORALLY BEREPT, thirsty for oil, frothing at the mouth with the spent fumes, looking for capital gain made with a capital W for weapons waste in L capital for life, a choice so valued for sub-human embrionics, but shirked in the face of mothers fathers sons daughters, faces shielded, heads dressed, brown skin, asked for it with their "weapons of mass destruction", attracted not deployed, and the miasma rejoices and reaches into the pockets of mom and pop, and creates injurys, weapons deals, ruined lives, a self sustaining, death attaining, unholy global mogul, under the name of two gods, free market capitalism, free hate with a empty yearning to sate, and Jesus, a despondent ruler, with a plan to return on, more war with devils advocate at play, lets waste lives on unjustifiable conflict, the desert storms strip the conscious bear and leave dead to mourn, pride in troops a belief youve all sworn, at home militant sociopaths stock high-school hallways, a hatred of life and altruism, tear up the innocent few, mil-complex playing its hand in domestic territory, hand and hand with gang violence, drive-by, careless mistakes, they rant and rave on the net, the death of privacy keeping extroverted crime, glory for terrorism, alive and free, pay rent-a-cops, detect metal, feel safe in your zero-tolerance crushing of expression, violence a welcome canvas for disgruntled victims, antagonists, phisiological profileing, stocking halls with hate in thier hands, substituting with the stock of a carbine, religion claims victimization in schools, freedom of speech gets in the totalitarians incredulous face.
lets create hostility, LETS CREATE HATRED OF STUPIDITY, get a heavy paper weight dinosaur to roar about media, movies, video games, music, culture, OUR ONLY ESCAPE!
Remove it, remove violence, remove love, remove reasurance, release pent up hatred, contempt!!! Mysanthropy!!! NO ONES A VICTIM!!!!!!
Fear stays suppressed. Never surpassed.
And still, the twenty first century takes two steps forward and one step back, trampling iconoclasts, breathing life into martyrs, breathing vapour into druggys, killing raping feeding on hard-tack jobs with half-life returns, and moans at the prospect of giving jobs, jobs they wouldn't take, to willing immigrants, with the bottom dollar in the hands of a US citizen, leaping from flatbeds, just looking for a bit of that dream, nightmare, waking, an attempt in solidarity, consolidating hard work gets you nowhere tapestry, and ideals GOT you nowhere reality.
CALL BACK TO THE TWENTIETH CENTURY