Low Cool

That one came in hot, low cool, a myth buster.  Someone gets a pat on the back for ruthlessness.  Admirable, in a way.  Regardless of behavioral class, despite the awkwardness, when want and can collide.  It is what it is, and isn't what it isn't too.

Social studies of predetermined ethics and lack of evolution.  Decay of humanity, the dwindling of character, the loss of trust.  It's not needed anymore, it's definitely not wanted.  Drift away, catch the audio waves, the ocean waves, the love waves, in Hi-Fi. In some stereo.

Keep it level, keep it steady, 'til the harbour is cleared.  'Til we get past the bay.  Figure out will arrive, be tuned, be open.  Create habits and systems and processes.  Peticulate, obsess.
  

Perhaps Sade Tonight

No need for looking, or talking.  Or even hearing.  We can all do that later in our other world.  Made to order, the goggles are financed like cars.  You pay for what you get, six sense versions are six figures minimum.

Other world real estate, everyone wants a plot, lots of rentals.  Eat the Gatesloaf or the Zuckmuck, tastes like filet mignon, sitting in a snazzy rooftop restaurant.  Some live music in the corner, perhaps Sade tonight.  10 bucks an hour.  Digital odor circuits, everything smells perfect, hints of every season and spice.

Worlds should balance out, the other and the real.  Synchronized, integrated, leveraged, your life should be enhanced.  One day we'll have an eternity pill, you won't actually live forever, it will just seem that way.  A mind trick is all, a program.  Angels of scientific fiction.

Techno King

 

CF

That's right he said he was techno king.
Made it official and everything.
Said he didn't need to be no Chief.
That's a made up thing, means nothing.

Take your shares, make em all cash.
Keep em away from your crypto stash.
Building his place in the Texas heart.
Near Austin where the armadillos are.

CAmx3

FC

Techno King on the mic.
Wizard of the techno night.
Go to the moon, hell, go to Mars.
We'll all be driving those electric cars.

Government built on debt and grease.
Got nothing to win by keeping the peace.
Stir up the people, get em all mad.
Fighting each other while the bribes are passed.

For The Communal Good

 

For the communal good, he raised his voice as he said it.  His nose was up in the air, he was looking down on the screen, he glowed dim white, he sqeaked.  Beagles moaned low everywhere, they knew of his previous communal good declarations.  They lost some family members, they lost some blood.  Everybody in the dog houses knew what communal good meant, that's what the midnight howls are all about.

For the communal good, send away the dirty, even though they are pure.  Punish the defiant, even though they are right.  Tell us X, as we look at Y.  Lie to our faces.  What goes up will come down.

In a heap of a pile of a stack of trash.  Where it belongs, in the landfill of history.  Keep the oceans clean, leave the water to the future, love the ice, ban all billboards.  Reject the community thieves.  They'll do anything for a bag of bitcoins.

Never Closed

G.C.G.D/d7

We don't think about you.
We don't read about you.
We don't really care much anymore.

Nothing you could tell me.
Nothing you could feed me.
Why you even care about me for?

CG/g7x3
DCG

Already paved our way.
Always and forever, babe.
The door's never closed, it's never closed.
It's never closed.

We're no longer hungry.
We're no longer funny.
Our screens are full of serious bores.

Sick of all the shout outs.
Sick of all the blackouts.
Smashing and grabbing all the stores.

The Delicious Truth

Times, they are a'rearranging.  Flip the chip.  Put the fools on display, let them mutter and stutter, hear them lie.  That's what the razor wire is for, keep the stand ups out, keep them away.  No question.

Behind the fortress, a babbling mess.  Bribes and payoffs and blackmail, this cannot get out, you see.  The payers, the takers, the cover uppers.  Buy the news if you want, but they've already been bought.  It's not a business anymore, never really was.

Put the writers through the muffin, find the poppy seeds and the nuts.  The scammers and scoundrels, the artificial flavors.  Lick the frosting, spit it out, peel the wrapper off.  Bite into the blueberries, the truth, the delicious truth.  Straight from the lumpy batter.

Outbursts Of Sissy Woe

The dupee crowd couldn't understand, they are forever duped.  Lost in translations, lost in pride, lost forever.  Evil takes it to the max while it can.  No going back, no changing that mind, it will die along with that attached body, dust to dust.  Maybe that soul will move on, unknowable, maybe that soul will burn.

Listen up, this is 3rd grade now, gotta step up our Cootie game, recess is coming fast this afternoon.  No more 2nd grade giggling, no more outbursts of sissy woe, they're coming after you, they will not smile this year.  We're off to a solid start, our greek has improved, but we still need to fill in some blanks.  Look each other in the eyes, know that backs are got, know that it's impossible to defeat gotten backs.  We are reflecting our sense of common dignity.

Best method of discarding this madness is ignoring techniques, determine it a figment of imagination, do not engage the enemy with any of the five main senses.  Smell will be the hardest to ignore, but trust me, it's the only way.  And for God's sake, do not chase them.  Listen, you go into 4th Grade still messing around with 2nd and 3rd Grade silliness, you're middle school prospects are in the trash.  Grow up, get ahead the curve, start acting like 4th Graders as soon as possible.