It's all just distraction tactics.
The tweets fingered out in the morning.
The celebrity assaults without warning.
World's first clickbait president. Get it.
Knows how to hook 'em with a soundbite.
Will you let it. Our new Reality Show Puppet Host.
The observation speaks for itself.
Handed down to us from a higher shelf.
Back in the day, the war on drugs arrived in disguise.
Get separate factions hooked on different substances.
Criminalize the drugs to control the whole operation.
Who benefits besides corporations.
We must ask ourselves these questions.
Can a building be hijacked.
Can a dark meme of humanity go viral.
Can a species go extinct.
It all depends on what you think.
Jest because you arrived by cellular division after subatomic fission provided the condition for fertility remission and administration of the cultivation of the society of our awareness to attend to your unfairness every last Thursday by eleven o'clock at night doesn't give you the right to think the rest of us somehow don't factor into your programming of the Motherboard because honey you can't afford another manifested accusation for the time it takes to complete litigation. You better surrender yourself or begin thinking about escaping this nation.
Not the byways and excursions of a pleasant vacation. A one way trip to the opening mouth of perpetual hellaciousness. Good gracious what a mess.
Couldn't contrive a more complicated situation if we tried. Goodness knows we tried, but this time we've reached the end of the ride. This hand of tarot cards dealt out is over. A moon swallowed by a succession of cups in order before folding. Never knowing which unused cards fate might be holding. Pouring out your dream into a cloud for it to pass on through like so much summer rain. Scowling out from under a sunburnt brow wincing from the memory of the pain.
