Hanging upside down
He wriggled
And he struggled
Then he wriggled some more.
But no matter how he wriggled
Or how he was cheered and applauded
No matter how much he huffed
Puffed and blushed
There was no getting out
Of the straight jacket
Wriggle Wriggle
Struggle
The cheering turns to jeering
The clapping to back slapping
As he huffed and puffed
The jeering came to creshendo
The audience gasped for breath
As did the wriggler
Who wiggled
To his death

Just as a falling tree
makes no sound
if no body can hear it
I am no body
without you
I'm falling
silently

Access to excess
holds you tight
in its vice.

It starts off
it always feels so right
filled with promise and abundance
walking into that casino
loaded with cash
scoring the bag at Christine's
weekly motel
one more dab will do you.
She knocks on your door
and only wants you
the night is filled with promises too.

Is this any different
then gluttonous
billionaires hoarding what they can
it's never enough
while the rest of us drown.

The waiting, waiting, waiting
for it to come through
there's that too.

Access to excess
has this advice:
"I'll deal with it later"
and
"One more time. "

Drip, drip, drip
blood
triggered rush
images and cravings
euphoric memories
kaleidoscope
in
one body rush
after another
until there is no more living
in
your own skin.

Rubbing your self raw
to get back to that moment
when you first walked in
when abundance
was real
and
access to excess
was all you could feel.
What a moment of exhilaration.

Of course there are these bonuses too
ending up
with total deprivation
"incomprehensible
demoralization"

Locked in a porta-*****
with a guy and a pipe
out of money
out of time
out of consciousness

Access to excess
what are we gonna do
now.

Rippling down the stream
Of many peoples consciousness
An effervescent future life
Stripped of this abhorrent distress

A future filled with study
Free for each and every human being
A world with no false borders
A world with far less disagreeing

And a universal language
Forged with available technology
That translates in real time
Enhanced with anthropology

Giving us a precise understanding
Of how each other achieve solutions
A pragmatic communication
Circumnavigating ****** revolutions

We would calculate the earths resources
And how to evenly distribute them
Then we would dispose of pointless cash
Like ill people dispose of phlegm

Our centralised political weasels
That do far more harm than good
Would be replaced by microchips
Programmed to not be misunderstood

It is an interesting proposal
To those with a humane conscience
But to those smugly enjoying advantage
I guess it is annoying nonsense

So we must wait for millions to be displaced
For total world economic collapse
The greedy spoilt brats will listen then
Or will they continually relapse?

Wake up
Got the shakes
Get some black mirror
Brush teeth
Get washed
Get some black mirror
Feed yourself
And the kids
Get some black mirror
Out the door
In the car
Get some black mirror
Seat belts on
Drive kids school
Get some black mirror
Signal
Manoeuvre
Crash
Blood spilt
Kids crying
Get some black mirror
Blue lights
Loud sirens
Get some black mirror
Hospital
Waiting room
Get some black mirror
Wife arrives
All in pieces
Share some black mirror
Police arrive
Handcuffs
No more black mirror
In a cell
Shaking
Need some black mirror
In the dock
Quaking
Because of black mirror
Everyone else
In the court
Getting some black mirror