1. The Great Ass Poopery

There’s a new kind of preposterous game

That keeps growing

In insidious circles

That we seem to like

 

It’s the gathering of vultures

The branding of the future

It’s the incoming voice

We hear when we don’t want to

 

I aim to draw closer

From the true calling of my nature

I just wish we all would see the light

We are easy to follow, easy to prey on, we suck.

 

The marching band leads us in a grueling dance

That echoes through nothing and feels like a trap

As the mystery men enchant us with their ads

We parade as puppets, blending in the mass

 

I’d love to be better than

The army of proud fools and followers

But there’s no going back from the delight

We are eager to swallow, and easy preys we are shite

 

Some time ago I started in this place I’ll call the GAP

A big cocoon of vanity for us to feel just right

If history tells anything it tells we like to be

In a climate for misanthropy, an agony for thoughts

 

I would like to be set aside

If I had the courage to leave it’d be gone in an hour

 

It’s the sugar on my toothbrush the nailing on my cross

The shitting on my coffee, the mushroom on my crotch

It’s neighborhood watchdog that’s pissing on my porch

The yoga pants on heavy girls, the alarm on my clock