Futility
Introverted in my chair
As the mystery unravels
Skizo beings in my hair
Retarded mental travels
Universes collide
And my tea is getting cold
Electrocuted kite
Revolutionizing is getting old
“I create my own destiny”
I lecture a doomsday comet
A sunken market isn’t free
Beluga caviar vomit
I spit some evil words
You selectively never listen
Machines mend our hurts
I pace in my perfect prison
I pray to some abstraction
Bracing for a storm
Suicidal initial reactions
Fucked being the norm
More than I can bear
My kingdom for a fix
Something foul in the air
Synchronized swimming down the Styx
And nothing was the plan
And silence was the way
Breeze from a shit smudged fan
Victory in a stack of Lovecraftian hay
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