I stroke my skin

scratch my head

Fins and dreads all over

I see nothing

But semipeople

And seminature

I feel my heart roll over

Meeks driving cars

Burning fuel of stars

Heading to their

Space wasted, foul tasted, tainted with hatred and loss

Corners they call home

Step on concrete floors

Inhale the smoke

Tailored, manufactured, assembled, and packed in factories of wood and stones

Flesh and bones

Agony at its best

Sweet rubbish zest

And fists that rests on a poor man’s chest

No time to rest old man

No sir,

“Not on my drive way u r not”

Not on this neighborhood, or that

Take your crap

Your trash bag, your scraps

And fade somewhere else

People don’t need to see you dying,

you know?

They got dying for their own,

You know?

Thats what happens when u make a deal with the Stone

You know?

It gives you all the powers you need

A massive breed

To control with a creed

And if autonomy they seek

More illusion you feed

And the rest is as simple as a treat

The screws are tight and fit

The gears are dumb as shit

Let the rest of the world function son

You are not going to see the light

Rest and act numb

No one asked you to fight for what is right

After all, death is the natural course of things

And you my son will one day cease to think