Fake politicians oiled and lubricated to preach automated propaganda. While some poor Sadi scarfs down a rag riddled with lighter fluid. Those stars shine so brightly on that flag. Those stripes move so elegantly against the wind. Planted in the ground on a justification that this land was for the people, a land for democracy.
Fuck that, Democracy didn't work for the Greeks, and it sure as hell didn't work for the blue collar man, the Mexican immigrant, or the colored boy. A bunch of rich kids stepping on the toes of everyone else just to climb a staircase with a foundation made out of dead bodies. You wanna' shout that patriotic patronizing bullshit?
Fuck you, this system was made to pulverize any chance of opting out of a game you already can't win. Layered with illusions of success and sprinkled with misconceptions about how life, and everything in it, is supposed to run. Fuck everyone in their black tie suits with their champagne glasses and spit jars. Spit Jars made out of dead natives skulls.
911 do you have an emergency? Yeah, stop fucking us in the asshole if you could. Or at least forward me the last shred of honor or decency you have left and issue out a big bottle of lube and some anal beads for a little practice. A nice 9' dildo would do just fine right about now. Go ahead, disagree with me. Say this country is filled with wonder, happiness, and options.
Give me all the throw away words you can. People only like something when it's benefiting them. You could argue vice versa, but after slipping and busting your head on the same step over and over again it's understandable to be upset and to demand that that step be executed, removed, and destroyed from existence.
Don't get me started on the institutionalized, federally mandated public schooling system. Fuck that. It Only created another reason for those borguise, capitalist pigs' to form a gap between their offspring and the middle class. Culling and controlling is now the basis for our education.
You’re wondering about Mental institutions? Prisons, “Asylums”, to send mentally ill patients to rot away as if they're rapists or pedo's. That is, of course, unless you got the capital. Or capital punishment... Fuck your toll roads, your parking meters, your taxes. Fuck everything about you.
Money is easily burned and if it's the fundamentals of what we’re based on then we're gonna’ burn to. Burning ain't fun either. Hell, I'll go first. Hold me over the fire pit on a skewer until I have a nice blackened, charred crisp about me. I wanna be crunchy by the time you pull me off.
Fire don't just destroy, my friend, it also creates. Fire's repurposed the world once and it'll do it again. Molten lava pouring into sub streets and back alleys. Sifting into corridors of lonely tenants, filling mansions of high end actors and rich businessman, steadily rising from floor to floor of the trump tower. All you can do is wait at the top.
You can jump, there's no shame in taking death by the reigns and facing it head on. Hell, that's downright commendable. You might be relieved of your social economic sins. Sons of emperors will still pay the price. All a matter of time. Time is the deadliest weapon. For time kills every man, women, and child if you wait long enough.
It’s fucked over entire species. Entire animal kingdoms. It fucked over my aunt, my dog, your law firm, the next door neighbor's kid's bicycle. It all crumbled and faded into nothingness. The end. Goodbye presidential candidates. Goodbye Oval Office sluts. Goodbye elusive one percent. Goodbye two story condos, two door garages, bungalows in the hamptons.
It's all gonna turn into layers of metamorphic, igneous and sedimentary rock for the next unlucky bastards to walk this bastardized, hellscape surface. Who knows? Maybe they won't construct thrones of bank deposits and brief cases. Maybe they won’t build towers of printer paper. Maybe they won't build monuments to murderers. Who knows?