Wash away the sins of last night
Tag: society
The Doctor
I’ll make you well, good health I sell
The Game
Underpaid, overworked –
Demand a raise, watch them smirk;
We are all Gods
We are gods of the world we accept
Drown
Asphyxiation by avarice,
Lost in a sea of plastic bliss.
Puppet
Rip at my cords and claim my fame
As they tug at my will to resist.
Hermit
There’s a doorway where I lay;
What lies beyond, I cannot say
Rant #1 – The World is Fucked
It’s all just one big con isn’t it? Work for scraps, to buy food that poisons you, to run a car giving you cancer, never able to truly save up for that rainy day that we’ll never see once the mushroom clouds have burned out our retinas
Private Hell
Your white picket fence
And the job it depends
Fill your life with but ash
Inc.
March on, drone!
Work you dead to the bone.
