The tyranny of indecision all heart but no vision. Utopia dies in dystopian eyes the songbird cries.
Climate change not just a fable Racism the successful execution of labels Capitalism we can't eat from that table Knives and forks hunger for meat The poor die and retreat Meat accounts for green house gasses While **** distracts us with prosthetic ***** and **** hysteria hits Drug taking and fits.
Work made us worker drones Paying off our credit cards and homes back to basics or what Studying for didaleey squat To be given student debt Our qualification makes us regret Not the learning But the money we owe Utopia where are you? I don't know!
**** suicide note written to my **** blog, **** if i'm not free, i don't have wet dreams in the snow anymore, i'm a summer girl, i'm dead and alive, i sleep with the cryptic ghosts of my own sadness.
I was born with ovaries for a brain And a cavity for thought The predisposition To put my hand down my pants At the age of seven But with a good berating From my unconditionally loving mother The putrid seed was recognized Its stem ripped from my mind Torn from my ******* Too late Obviously Too oblivious To notice that the roots still tangled around me Its vines growing up into my ****** The **** that encapsulated my mentality So the birds and the bees were my friends At the age of nine And that cute boy across the playground Was cuter when I envisioned him naked Only a mere three years later And my susceptibility Ignited the sight of cybersex The capital *** Or more commonly known as ******* But when my parents soon discovered The poisonous vines of dependency The toxic ivy of addiction It was forced to an abrupt halt Too late Obviously Too oblivious To notice the compulsive ******* That kicked in with the involuntary lust For a pillow to trust under my hips Before the age of fourteen Securing the hypersexuality So that the hot girl in the hallway Was hotter when I envisioned her naked And hotter than the boy next to her So the bisexuality Tormented my already demented desires By the age of sixteen Simply because I was born with ovaries for a brain And a cavity for thought.
Hard whiskey made my dad beat me Joe camel made my mother smoke Silicone women made me download viruses Black people made me racist Poor people made me arrogant Capitalism made me give my life to the dollar A flawed education system made me not pay attention in class A society based in patriarchal and hormonal driven narratives made me **** her Daytime television and nightly news made me paranoid Stereotypes made me leave my wife and kids The quiet kid made me make him shoot up the school God made me detonate the bomb