I see a creative class...
where there's no class to teach the past.
No passing kids
for the fact
that they remembered all the facts.
No black and white
No stress to fight
the inner bliss of the creative kids.

Parasites and their schemes,
Gaia shaking with innocents screams.

How they set up society,
So they could get more
While you become emaciated.

Because if your Black or of ethinic
Backgrounds,
If your disabled
And let's not forget
Poor...

You'll reap more poverty at
The hands of these parasites.
These politicians &
This monarchy.

But you're to short sighted to See.
Weight of reality presses like
The pressure of the sea.

These people born to poverty,
Did not decide it,
Just in the same way
You didn't pick a womb to reside in.

Yet you have the media
Inciting Anger and misplaced Rage.

Against those that can't afford a pen,
Let alone a page.

Because if your Black or of Ethnic descent, disabled and poor,
You're the parasites these
Fat Cats scheme about.
Class Genocide, there'll only
Be more.

Comfort Over Fashion

Making the Stuffy Suits nervous,
uncomfortable under all their outerwear,
which is ironic because we’re the ones underdressed,
because it’s still comfort over fashion and function over form,

so I guess it’s not that ironic,
that I didn’t iron anything I have on,
honestly these words speak for me,
I don’t have to say a thing as I sit in the front,
row of the show with a girl as good as gold,
I don’t have to prove anything to any of you,
never let your perception,
of their perception of you fool you,

better yet,
never let,
your perceived perception,
of their assumed perception,
fool you,

it’s not our fault that they feel uncomfortable,
we didn’t commit their sins for them,
we didn’t those two stiff shoes on their feet,
they chose their own clothes and decided to wear them,

we didn’t place them in their own insecurities,
so don’t let their insecurities make you feel insecure,
you’re not obnoxious it’s the sausage that they ate,
stuffed their face now they feel nauseous and awkward,

it’s not your date that’s making them nauseous,
it’s the sausage and the conscience that can’t be washed quick,
so stop this feeling awkward because they feel awkward nonsense,
just stop it and let us be us because to be us is an honor,

let you be your self let us be us,
and let them just be their uncomfortable selves,
all overdressed with all their uncomfortably stuffy stuff,

and we can just continue to make the Stuffy Suits nervous,
uncomfortable under all their outerwear,
which is ironic because we’re the ones underdressed,
because it’s still comfort over fashion and function over form…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

@aaronlalux EVERYWHERE

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