Sometimes when it's under cover quiet in the lonesome peaceful night when the newest scam's done shouting at our eyes and fried egg brains and the beast's stopped propagating poisoned air and the vans and yellow coats and blackened teeth are gone for now For now we can hear our own voices maybe silent almost imperceptible screaming and writhing to be free or fight or cry from constant noise and daily trauma and why is everything dying or dead or outrageously preposterous rich in the daylight safe sunlight where compassion supposedly prospered
The clouds are a bowl of appropriated
fucking poisoned oatmeal
on sunken hues
of navy blue
and carbonated so carbonated teal
Sucking us further always further into
a storm of which there is no relent
one of fire and flooding
and broken Earthen bones.
But what does it matter
you gotta live your life right?
Drive your car
suck on the lactating tit
of craven consumerism
and nothing beats a factory farmed steak
You gotta save us
we ain’t gonna do it ourselves.