He was a Technological monopolist
And a pathological lobotomist on top of this
Stated to be crazy in ways not autonomous,
but hey, we’ll do the honors of keepin his name anonymous --
Not a foul assumption, like Artemis
Hardly started, and already was lost to all this art of his,
Part of his prerogative is blatantly obvious,
Since he was born in such an odd metropolis
Not a dangerous space, but bound together by all of these
… illogical hypotheses
“We must rethink!
We must reinvent!
And send these hell-sent intentions back to where I just mentioned..
Back to where they came inside from, genus and phylum—the bane of our insane asylum”
Being blind to technicalities left him open to battle these assumptions and add in his well-deserved opinions.
As monsters all around him wrongly pointed the blame on him of wandering through life and following his anxious whims again
But what is he to do?!
He’s stuck in every loop
And every loophole swallows him whole, he’s locked in every coop
And every option he gets is not an option at all,
He’s often caught up in an awful state,
When all he ever cared about was putting food on our plates.
Day after long day…
Minute after eternal hour…
No intention to finish, shit
No intention to start—his heart just wasn’t in it.
All because of some shitty critics
Pity, an unreliable critic, a viable prick,
annihilate it !
He was stuck in a style he hated, yet a better life he made of it.
Some degraded him, emasculated and rated him,
Some cursed under their breath when he berated them,
but nothing satiated him like a charade invading him,
Some purse they lips when he engages em.
Some simply prefer to psychologically murder him.
Some torture him, some refer to him as a burden or an unsteady sturgeon in rivers unheard of up till then
But was it up to THEM to see HIM in a light, or up to HIM?
Did he control the petty brims, the slack and indecisive whims of crowds upon battalions and the masses attacking him?
Or did it matter in the end?
I bet I can imagine the irrational madhouse within him…
A sad impression, an accurate obsession, a collection of abstract ideas with just a tad of action
Tagged with imperfection, as a matter of fact, a lesson learned well during parole
and repeated until his internal hell consumes him whole
I walked a long road just for those who didn't approve of me
I drove along a winding road all night just to prove that "me" is not a concept I can honestly adjust to any particular whim..
Their miscellaneous services won't drive me to averted ends.
Why, you rather I murder them ? Work em into the system, then abolish em like a polished end, a falsely set economic trend ?
A mockery of all things considered Occidental care,
as accidental dares attract amoxicillin air and jocks in silly lairs running amuck,
A millionaire running em up,
a billionaire not giving a fuck
a trillionaire politically stuck in silly affairs
and down on their luck, the people dare to stand TALL
It's time to make change, and I’m preaching from new a place…
Cause I'm afraid the old place went up in flames..
It got carried away in this ironic windfall,
Yes, when the stakes are high, the corporate ogres will fall
To their knees, knees
Begging for forgiveness,
I started on this path to be a part of something great and along the way, I realized I'm already the greatness!
At any rate, it's fate that will direct me this time,
In retrospect, I wasted a lot of time perfecting fake mes and fake rhymes
I thank myself I'm no longer blind,
And I don’t pay mind to those who lie to me,
My gut says, you know what, it's alright they don’t align with me
Side by side they march along into their own demise,
But does it mean we should try to be stoic ?
bloated and defective ?
scape goats ineffectively dressed the part ?
remaining attentively stuck at the start ?!
Wide eyed, brain dead, easily led, and even more easily torn apart?!
Really ? Nuh uh.
We gotta support each other
And go toward a future that works for all
We gotta wake up, everyone
It's our game, it literally belongs to us. Our thoughts.
Our whims. Our choices. Our desires.
Our communities. Our world ... a humble wealth.
So stop listening,
Go, create, learn, discover yourself.
YOU are the light that shines on this bright earth
YOU have been empowered to shape it with the right words
YOU can make an impact: a thunder clap without sound, and
YOU will be amazing, so plant your feet in the ground and reach for the skies,
it’s obvious YOUR purpose lies inside your heart of hearts, and
YOUR thoughts & skills are all you need to get up and start so
START today, how could you bear to wait it out,
NOW is the time, make the best of it, and make it count !
YOU are the NOW