The establishment was designed to kill you.
Built by colonial legacies in back room deals,
Men speaking to each other in hushed tones,
Closed door meeting.
I can read fear.
Smell it on the wind like an animal.
A beast.
This machine will grind you to dust.
Got two degrees,
A dumb disabled logger kid.
Lumberjack through and through.
Living on spite and vinegar,
Machiavellian hillbilly.
Oh look,
He learned game theory.
This system is a crushing vice,
Teeth on both sides of your skull.
Bake your bones into my bread,
For protein.
Soylent green is people,
Zeitgeists are for control.
Free yourself my the yoke,
Unhook the chains little lamb!
Perhaps I should have been a shepherd,
Like my ancestors before me.
Plains and ranges.
Old witchcraft.
If I’m going to die,
I might as well free you first!
I love being the agent of chaos,
But I must play the emperor.
Sliding pieces upon a war map,
Alongside apes.
It’s called a troop.
Fitting!
Step one.
Free you.
Step two.
Free the people.
Step three.
Make love,
Eat good food,
Make Epicurus look bad.
Step four.
Save the species.
Step five.
Flourish, bow, hand to booth.
Everything is part of the performance!
Everything is possible.
I can weave suspension of disbelief,
To the point of dreaming.
Paint you a world,
I’m shooting for.
With morals along the way.
Fuck the oligarchy.
Fuck plutocracy.
If I hadn’t sworn to pacifism,
I’d be teaching the art of molotovs,
And spray paint flamethrowers.
Soon enough.
Pull this colonialism apart,
Like I have demolished homes for renovation.
Pay rent to the right fucking people.
This system is controlling you,
More insidious,
That Orwell warned us,
And we still remained complacent!
I am sci fi and grunge and punk.
Hipster and redneck.
We contain multitudes.
I’ll write pretty nothings for you,
Sure.
After the revolution.
When all the people are free.
When I may finally rest.
Amongst the ashes,
Buried beneath rubble.
So I may rise up,
Build it anew like Lego.
People placed like blocks,
For where they would thrive!
Together,
All.
Everything.
Nothing.
What questions am I asking you?
Speaking in tongues,
Ouais?
Which chains,
Am I teaching you to pick?
Via Youtube!
Zergling rush.
Leading raids,
Striking with position.
Leading guilds.
Useful skills,
All that.
Growth in leaps and bounds.
Guidance counselor told me I’d never,
Make it through university.
Try college.
Maybe transfer.
Two papers later,
No aid from the stigma.
Teach ’em.
They all have their motivations,
I’m just trying to help.
Simultaneous with punk rock,
Saying FUCK YOU.
To oppressors.
Wannabe conquerors.
I am the monk at the bridge.
Thermopylae!
Bring it on.
Here’s the line,
Don’t cross it.
I will always hold you accountable.
For freedom.
