Command the ripper,
Create suicide,
Drink despair like it’s nectar,
In darkness confide
Like a satanist
Deep with the secrets
Convene
And in discordant muse
Dialectics
Blaspheme

Didn’t get
To speak my mind
The rest of life
Left me behind
Forgotten
By its innovation
Adaptation
Conflagration
No more home remains
To thrive
Survival, my last right
Denied,
Captivity’s
No place to hide
My species deemed
Undignified
And all I asked
Was peace and plenty
Not so different
From the many
Extirpated
Population
Biospheric
Degradation
Dust within a vacuum
Void
Of even empathy
Destroyed
Barbarians behaving thus
As civilized
As not enough
Consumption stuff
Could bring them back
In tact
Forever
Gone in fact
And never, ever
Coming back

In the morning dread darkness
A comforting calm
Before storms of distress
Offers no sort of balm
To the overload mental
Disorders dismembered
On different directions
I’m pulled and outstretched
A laborious task master
Taxing unrest
Is the only force
Carrying on
To conclusion
To do it
Or just give it up
The illusion
I’m actually qualified,
Capable,
Savvy
With info wars waging
My piece of the happy

Still masking en masse’s
And variant aryans
Nobody wants
A koala on fire
But when it’s a forest
It isn’t as dire
Exorbitant wealth
Little more for myself
I have no reservations,
The hand I’ve been dealt
Not immediate victory
But I make due,
Bend the rules
As I need
To upgrade
Ocean view

Could have these ideas
But no one to believe
They could come to fruition
As what I achieve
Though I see it in others,
Past lovers,
A few
There’s no knowing
For certain
They’d hashtag metoo  
As the unchanging image
Perfected, instilled
Within life passes by,
Daily labor unskilled
Willing it to be more
Doesn’t make it so
Though,
Doesn’t make the plants grow,
Doesn’t reap what I sow,
Foes will ever abound
Around corners
And bends
In the mind
Of no matter
How all of this ends

Commanding machines
To do my
bidding schemes
Merely means to the end
Of all history’s themes
One more stain
Of a racial
In nature
On nations’
Supremacy legacy’s
Story creation
Remembered for glory,
And honor,
And pride
But forgotten by all
Of the commodified

Tasks and podcasts
What I do for a living
Is can’t help but ask
When I fail,
Be forgiving
Please don’t get frustrated
Irate with me,
Makes me
Go crazy
In shellshocked anxiety
Coming off lazy,
Aloof
Or ungrateful,
Another white privilege kid’s
Pride is disgraceful
But only to eyes
Of untrained
Office spaces,
I see through their looking
Class consciousness
Faces