Its changed
there is no change
life goes on with all the fluff
sooner or later
the struggle remains
all the same
we kick
we scratch
we turn it all away
a propane cloud
between sound and circumstance
its a volatile blast
body parts and saturate thought
holding hands with condemnation
like an eternal piss
the wheels keep turning
a carousel
each image returns
a recurring dream
the squeaky cog of conservatism
dropping rust on our continental breakfast
rest

runt
run amok
the world is upside down
black is white
in is out
just another crying clown

the rage inside
rips through soft flesh
like a chainsaw on rotting pine
emotions criss crossed
crossed out cross hairs
short circuited
for the betterment of the hole
we stand on the rim of the stinking caldera
watching bodies burn
we hear the murmurs of the hill people
as time stretches any chance of revenge
jesus says to turn the other cheek
this, and old age, is why jesus is dead
we drag our fractal smiles
through shrunken corridors
like old bearded men with slumping shoulders
as a species this shit
this incredible pile of shit
will never end
and to this
i raise my glass

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