I've read what you've thought
of poetry and prose
of singers and 'hoes
of lovers under covers
of killers, spine chillers
I've heard what you said
of beauty, and human rights
of liberty, and civil fights
of Nixon and his starlet vixens
of Reagan's troupe of satans
and I find it is all
so
fucking
trite
I've read what you thought
Words churning out faster
than Wall Street stock ticker
So much
cliché propaganda
revised memoranda
reconstituted constitutions
that don't agree with my
mixed up fucked up
petigree.
I heard what you said
How, in this digital age
we're caught in a capital cage
force to chug down methane
cutting off oxygen to our brains
while you sit there all nice
prettier than sugar and spice
regurgitating bubble gum lyrics
hoping to lift up whose spirts?
All you
give
is
mass
produced
fucking
trite
So yeah,
I've read what you thought
I heard what you said
and it is all fucking trite
'cause nothing is alright.
So keep making millions
upon billion upon trillions
while the rest of us
get read for the fight.
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