Content aren´t we
as the terrible fire consumes it all in the 2020 model interactive furnace
like a hundred vultures stirring into a corpse
satisfied, are you?
Who will I employ to paint that portrait
that hides scars and dragon scales
Even masks the aroma of flesh decomposing
Who has the craft so ill, yet so coveted by people
The strongest tone of road grey
is a mind smasher of all things
A long dreadful road desolate and neverending
Isn´t there a carpet we can use to cover that
A large bandage for the wound of all wounds
We the human formicidae, wander between the greyist of structures
Pondering our worker destinies and our ill nourished dreams
Part of the map, stones in the cement that holds it all together
And in parts cracks it all
For the only thing more vile in this grey grey world
Is someone who hasn´t even got the backbone to contribute to it´s ugliness
And the few who have the courage to do their own thing...
Well they...
Soon hunger for the stability of mundane machines and thought systems
emaciated intellects and legal opiates, someone to blame
And a like minded group of well conditioned drones to approve
That my friends is the pizza and it´s toppings
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