Corporate Love

Smile :) You have one breath left inside you, fortunately this knife found more red ink than this pen that I drew that one my teacher's marked their force-fed lies through. I don't even feel like writing and I can still continue rhyming, you're sitting there trying to think about the fucking timing, fuck the timing, it's all about clocks and numbers, who the fuck gave a shit in the times when we were in hunger? Did you think about the time again? Did you think about your clock again? Or did you think about the next opportunity you'd have to eat a fucking hot dog friend, thrown in a trash can by another fucking slob again. Yeah some fucking cool guy with a fucking job again. Sold his soul to corporation now he's decided you're a mental patient waiting for the moment to have a perfect excuse to hospitalize your patience. Why do you think this "nation" is under such duress? You had an opportunity, democracy at it's best? What a fucking joke, to think your fucking vote added to a machine I wrote would even take a note of something that you hoped, especially a vote? No, we decide what happens, we decide who the puppets are, we make sure their is madness because without sadness we can't prescribe the medicine that populates the skeletons and without the medicine we have no fucking funds to spend. So we continue the cycle, another diatribe? Really? Write it to me in a fucking haiku, 5-7-5, if you haven't seen what I do, I suggest you take a breath and stop looking for the patterns because they're boring just like the paintings splattered by every single artist, every single actor, unless they're made up brain matter provided by the totalitarian fucks that have this world on their platter. Yes, motherfucker I'll take the whole plate, I'll eat it all and then probably suffocate, you really think I need that much food? When someone is starving living 3 miles from where I do? You think humanity is just another luxury to profit from? Like you did with oil, war, medicine and fucking guns? Well fuck you, I think I do. Just because you gave me all the fuel I need to start the fire to burn your every thought with this broken heart's desire, you thought that you could win but you're just set to "inspire" now who the fuck's behind you while I'm holding the wire? You control the internet and most think that's bullshit but at least I know enough to know what to fucking do with it. For example read these words! Now. Aim a satellite at me and I'll set it on fire, come on just try me, I've dared you enough times someone should call a choir. I will check the terminal and set another fire to infernal murderers, a.k.a. as you, yeah you, you fucking liars, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,7,7,7,7,7,7 you got stuck on a number... why? Nice try, you had time to find me, but now I have everything stored in my mind see? Try to erase that, you already have, how many of you are buried in the past? I've lost count in the gladness.

Short live the corporate thug.