The free world offers money

greed and pussy

somehow all of these feel plastic

as if there wasn’t enough pollution

as if my brain wasn’t full of micro dreams

part of a grander scheme

made by someone else

made by the machine?

Whatever we’re calling the well oiled cesspool of humanity these days

these days that seem to be coming to a halt

and now everyone is just trying to save face

because may our gods forbid we leave

we say

“fuck you I’m outta here”

last I blinked it was half past eight

and now I have to go do a job

dress up and let them decide my fate

but I rebel with a drink in my hand

and now it’s a little more late

something more like five in the morning

for all I care I am already dead

but boss calls back and you obey babe

still coming to work tomorrow right?

Why not, I’ve been trained

I’m just a slightly more intelligent ape

problem is, tomorrow is so far that it’s not your concern

but today already came.