It's not cute,
I don't find it funny.
The lack of concern for education,
And your glasses aren't cute either.

I'm growing quite tired of the lame leaders.
Expectation to teach the future generation.
The warriors, in a future of unknowing,
By the ignorant, traditionalist.

And I could sit here all day,
Catching glints of light off your hip glasses.
Peppered with egocentric, infantile remarks.
So cute
The lack of education
So cute
The lack of nutrition
So cute
The false profits; the obtuse teachers
So cute
Your hip glasses.

They sell slavery
It's dressed in selfishness
It's called a treat.

We are worthless so we
purchase.

your brain is obese
it's 60 percent fat
and a quarter of that mess
is cholesterol -  and that's bad
like everyone's brain
although I have to ad
mine is 40 percent lean
so I can sell you my diet
of raw fish.. lentils.. beans
and the wisdom of this poet
on his fast track brain train
a thin title to start...
“How Can I Be So Mean?”

New horns
Paper crowns
Ink kings
Flash smiles

Sever your minds
Sever your necks
We’ll speak in circles round
The fool within

A frenzy target for your
Sensational ****
Dissect this media market
Black lust and haste

Reduce
Reuse
Retie
That ******* noose

Mercy hollows herself out
To float above the sky itself