agricultural sabotage remains incoherent,
not that it’s a secret that moneys evil.
Rio+20 on the health of our planet,
ignore the ******* thing that's causing the most damage.

you're all *******, it's a miss not a hit.
Forget shorter showers and the flick of a switch.
Transportation is not the only problem.
whats the biggest ******* industry  
causing global warming?
The UN doesn’t even ******* know.
When they served up beef, I thought it was a sick joke
Smoke and mirrors, gas and granite
The meat industry is killing our planet

And as humans, we tend to digress.
Makes sense how we all eat things we cannot digest.
you smiling? who do think you're hiding from?
You still believe in fairy tales and I'm the one,
who's dumb
Because I actually give a ****, with an open third eye I can see the grit.
The pain, the torture that we inflict, then ironically endure when we swallow that ****

The sun on my face distracts me from my father,
as he yells in my ears how much of a disgrace I have become.
His voice, shadowed by the dark clouds that hide the sun,
becomes a tiny speck of mud. I stamp on mud on a hill run.
The smell of stella artois spills from his mouth,
as he warns me of the dangers of birthing a dark child or none at all.
His impatience grows louder, as I gaze at the white streak in the sky above,
internally questioning whether it is
A. a chemtrail, that casts nauseating ignorance, as evident by the neanderthal beside me
or
B. a magic carpet, that could transport me somewhere else; somewhere the sun shines and the clouds never have to come out.

Another body grappling from the iron law of self-interest,
credit, dollar signs and blood stains,
reeking havoc on the walls of houses,
graciously ripping empathy from its veins.
Kicking and alive hanging below
the stench of wine kicks me in the gut.
distracting me from all that I know.
An eye of omniscient knowledge and grace
What, I have a dream?
foggy eyed zombie plugged into the face
the peak of this dream is my own redemption
White walls and satin cloths hide the shame within.
But, I can see through those stain glassed, make-belief windows.
I have brought myself to leave and the Wolfe has stopped knocking at my door.

Observant, reserved, blank staring face
Vacant eyes, looking into space.
I assure you, you’ve got my attention
you see,
I’ve pegged you out.
Your insecurities, my friend, I can relate
hidden well, I must say.
I should approach you
say “hey, how’s your day?”
sickly, small talk
let me just wait.
Bucking up courage as you passed me by,
my stomach was churning as your eyes met mine.
Kicking myself, I come off as a ****
I swear, I can't say sorry enough for this.
This cold indifference is not my intention.
I'm insecure too; I should have mentioned.