Write lyrics like spreadsheets with number crunching Calculate the isotopes numerical accuracy in the vein of vain attempts to overcome the show off tendencies of artist who exhibit flow to illicit concern about existence beyond what they can see of pedagogical poetry more concerned with numbers and patterns who gives a **** what the stress is on the vowel in the third stanza lyrically despondent personal correspondents for a publication that says more about what you know than what you feel and who you are computer says no, statistically impossible, synaptic haiku five seven five musical ronin go go gadget of talent extend-o-pole and flying nimbus as you train like son-goku hyperbolic chamber where time is an illusion only to collapse true Saiyans are warriors from the womb until death and after over nine thousand and the scanner short circuits write on the clouds with light so hot that it burns on thought not contact no constants, just variables, electron microscopes to try and hear the angels sing. Large Hadrons small dreams, no love, just roman numerals XIV, ***, Blood transfusions in the realm of “O Positive” and you're just a pessimist, negative Nancy at the end of evolution Flesh and bone as a tent in your double helix of a genome, flesh like clay in the hands of some master but you know no master no nations, under no gods but Darwin all 23 chromosome pairs making 46 parts of your brain screaming neurons fire WRITE WHAT YOU ARE If you should so choose as to end not with a bang but a whimper then your memory is forfeit contribute in some meaningful semblance of sarcasm and sinsethesia with anesthetic medications of pop remedies and voided memories of sinthesisia Smell the colours and taste the sounds of pen on paper when you never own a pen or a pad just a bright white rectangle you stare at for hours on end No thoughts just Digg and Reddit your only contributions a thumbs up or a red thumbs down like buttons but no dislike, because if you've got nothing nice to say then say nothing unless you're outrage and full of spite and morose at the state of human nature beauty and song thrown out in an effort to leave nobody behind and so we have a generation coming in at the age of 5, who are told new math new science wrote memorization of equations no thought process, no argument about relation theory of relativity, the genious mind just numbers and letters on a page with squiggles and lines that don't have to mean anything more than they mean on the book we have a generation with no lust, no hope Do they dream in black and white? do they dream at all? is the consequence of IQ tests and graded paper intelligence the thirst for knowledge and creativity? WE HAVE TO SCREAM at the injustice Burn it to the bricks and ashes we hurl through the windows in the streets and in the parks car radios and clock towers sold for cheap homemade ***** dance around the fire like the wild things are LET THE WILD RUMPUS BEGIN but then we're still hollow no happy medium, just excess in the pursuit of Dionysus, trepination, demon possession is illegal in the eyes of the police and federal law spread your legs and lean against the car as they frisk you and plant the seed of doubt in the cuffs of your jeans You have the right to remain silent but I hope you don't refuse question resist