This is your brain on fucking crazy
throwing down every scrap I saved
this is my brain on losing patience
this is the brain that roared and raved
look at the brains of the sunken masses
rotting in sugar and teevee rays
look at the brains of the politicians
pray for the end of their numbered days
rock it or not this boat is sinking
shrinking deflating and taking water
these are the brains of conspirators
these are the brains of the lambs led to slaughter
what
Don't need fortune fame respect or speed.
All writings © Jonathan Mark Hamlow 1998-2025
Showing posts with label masses. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Friday, November 30, 2012
2.576 : 11/30/06 : Not One More
Not one more
marathon
not one more
graceless end run
I do not
accept the status quo
when it includes
the kind of shit I know
just happens
every day that passes
no choice
but to exploit
the masses
I got another way
but my voice is so tiny
I get flustered my voice
gets high
tight and whiney
the prose gets shrill
sound like a shill
feel like I better
stop
So I think I will
what
marathon
not one more
graceless end run
I do not
accept the status quo
when it includes
the kind of shit I know
just happens
every day that passes
no choice
but to exploit
the masses
I got another way
but my voice is so tiny
I get flustered my voice
gets high
tight and whiney
the prose gets shrill
sound like a shill
feel like I better
stop
So I think I will
what
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