The continuous pondering of life after death has recently plagued our existence
This might be a hindrance for our previously unfailing pious persistence  

Thoughts arise that cause an imbalance in the tumultuous mind
Free you, they might, of the pacts into which you yourself do bind

Magnanimous flatulence shall reign unbridled upon the fields of plenty
But the door to unanimous qunatipulation shall come unhinged on the count of twenty

Promiscuity leads to a mind frame disgusted by a joyous initiation
Humongous amounts of gelatinous goo shall be written off as depreciation

Pig tails and concubines disperse with molecular ease
While the dead paperweights converse heatedly in Cantonese

May these words sit upon you, heavy as the dark interstellar skies
May your brain be confounded, let no infallible logic suffice

Those tiny green circles remind us that we're not alone
That we'er not the only ones staying in on a Saturday night
We sit in silent rebellion against their demands
We refuse to leave our homes
We refuse to fall in love
We refuse to have two perfect children like in the movies
We refuse to let the race continue
We refuse to be remembered
We refuse to forget
We refuse to let your street lights dim the beauty of the starlit night sky
We refuse to let Futurama die  
We refuse your lack of imagination
We refuse to accept without question

Programmers   are   the   new   age   Necromancers
At a keyboard and screen, for aeons, they tap away
With   the   finesse  and  precession  of  tap dancers

They converse patiently with the  cold  and  lifeless  machine
With the love and care the rest of us reserve only for children
Filled with bewildering communiques is their lifelong dream

Their eyes dart back  and  forth in a room full of people
Hoping  to  avoid  the  gaze that leads to a conversation
In a church, at mass time, you’ll find them in the steeple

They are the toy makers of our current times
That provide  your  life  with  leisure and joy
To  them  is their code,  as  to  us, our rhymes

Some worship the sun and the stars
Others worship bearded men with guitars

Some of us worship idols and priests
Others worship the trees and the beasts

Some worship places
Others worship faces

As of late, worship of numbers seems to be the norm
The image of ourselves does this worship deform

The worship of might will last for eons
The human mind is fascinating though, delusions it’ll build to free itself of these rigid forms

Pick a belief, a rock or a sock
There will always be those who, for the love of their beliefs will bring down havoc

Worship is but human nature, even in the bleakest of times we close our eyes and look inward
When we do wake up, we buckle down, take a deep breath and start walking onward

You, back there. You're on my mind 
Don't know about life, but for me you're one of a kind

There have been others and there will be more
but for now, you make life less of a chore

I like you when you're drunk, I like you when you're sober
And I hope that I'll always like you, even when this is over

Time is not of essence here, what counts is the moment
Maybe we've not had enough of them, is my only lament

Trying to think of things that remind me of you 
Suddenly I realize that things that don't, there are quiet few

You know that I don't have much to say
All I can leave you with is: You. Again. Someday.

My playlist on Youtube writes itself into a poem
It elicits Love, Lust, Loss anger along with a few other emotions
Ratatat takes me on a tour of Rome
PHOX shows me how to dance in Slow Motion
John Denver joins me on the tour of Country Roads

Highlight Tribe encourages me to Free Tibet
Bioshock Infinite do I dream of with Schyman Elizabeth
Kavinsky with his beats, urging me to Outrun
Lose Sight now and again with Andrew Bayer and Ane Burn

Abandoned Pools take me down the memory lane in Clone High
Foo Fighters whisper in my ear that I too can Learn To Fly
COCAINEJESUS, Akira, beats and samples; I have PINEAPPLEKISSES
Cloud Nothing reminds me that I should Stay Useless

Discover A Little Opus as I take a ride on Little Comets
Sky Rabbit opine and observe the present In Our Times
Joey Badass shares with me his funky ideals of World *******
Coheed and Cambria describe brotherhood in Key Entity Extraction

Geroge Ezra sings an ode to fathers in Listen to the Man
Perfect shows me the other side of the coin with Simple Plan
The Peppers tell a story of starting over covered in Snow
Shakey Graves says takes a chance and Roll the Bones

John Wayne Gacy Jr. the serial killer is immortalised by Sufjan Stevens
Imagine Dragons, the subconscious and fears come alive in Demons
Owl City tells a fantastic fable about insomnia in Fireflies
Ellie Goulding finds sweet slumber even in dark times in *Lights