It used to be fun

all of it

before technology made it easy

 

Now, the stakes are arbitrarily too high

as integrity and passion are no longer at risk;

money has got to be made

perfection is necessary

or else the investors will not be happy.

Sometimes I just want to scream FUCK YOU

to every person I see in a suit

to anyone who tries to succeed

in order to get a raise, achieve fame

or falsely profess to care for the greater good

with a check

 

The vicious disgust I have for these new priorities

is comparable only to the bloody puss that rots

the sexual organs of the high and mighty whores

of commerce and capitalism

 

If ever I believed in a devil’s hatred

these soul siphoners would be the recipients

If ever I believed in pure evil

they would be the conjurors, the puppet masters

 

We used to be a species that would create…Everything

Now

all we seem capable of

all we yearn for

is to reproduce

then expect praise for this bile we willingly shit on the masses

 

I am furious because

life used to be about creating beauty for our gods

now

all we do is hide behind

the pathetic contempt

for ourselves

we can’t seem to shake off

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)