The World Is Too Much

We are born before our time, as Blake would have it
the world is too much in ur fucking face right now.
We swim in the algorithm with no rhythm just drown

pick up a screen and that’s you done
ticket mister, please. end of the line, sir
thank you very much goodbye goodbye
so long but not goodbyte

lost in the wireless dig through the trash
of a century. Find the missing parts
fresh link in the chain, kill the killer robots that march
through your…

I’ve been serving the masters of chaos for too many
years to back away now, where the fuck would you
have me go?

Rock of the Aging Population
with your redhat, halfassed rhetoric
your penile dementia how many greta
icebergs does it take to change
the lightbulbs?

shoot the machines before they grow into machines
shoot the president of the united states on 8mmfilm
take the diamonds that have been drawn through
the digestive tracts of eight year old

congolese miners to the jewelers. Who else?
Get some good money for that shit. Time is running
forward, it is you who is standing still.

Was it Blake, or was it Bill Hicks?
Was it Kim Kardashian
Jong-un, I forget witch
Karen, fucking help us.

Over the event horizon I see the sun rising
but it’s not the type of morning you want
to take in in your boxers
drinking your fair trade coffee nodding
to the neighbours carting the kids
to school with your giant fucking election.

biden? forbidden or worse
I’ll take a day in the boroughs
with the heat pushing 120  

over any other capitalist pledge that doesn’t
save the indigenous polarbears in the andes

without a little something something
extra on the side for the mcbrides
and ace magashules of the world,
sleezy motherfuckers
that they are