DANGER!
They’re out there.
The criminals in the shadows.
The shadow government.
The puppet people.
They live, they’re
real, they come
to haunt your
day. Your night.
Your life.
The kids on the playground don’t play
anymore.
They hunt zombies and kill and shoot
guns for the thrill.
They chase robbers and smash their
face to the ground.
They meet after school
by the swings to throw
fists.
They’re young and
they’re pissed.
Not just illusion,
d e l u s i o n ,
hallucination.
They are the
o n e ’s c a u s i n g
that emotional sensation.
That frequency. That vibration.
Mind-controlled masses in a panic as
if it was really all that tragic.
Informational cloned DNA data,
Everywhere I go I’m a persona non
grata.
A ticking time bomb.
A smeared public image,
A stigmatization,
An awakening.
A realization.
Throw him to the floor!
Lock him up! Chain him!
Don’t matter the numbness,
Just change him!
Tr a i n e d t o l o v e
violence.
To believe it’s a reward.
Why shouldn’t they
cause discord?
Really nothing. I should be numb
already. Desensitized to the shit.
I shouldn’t really care.
But I guess I do.
Don’t you?
FREE SPEECH
Free speech,
Live speech,
My speech,
Each week.
I peek,
Out into never nowhere and see my
peeps.
I need less dark futures of people
like Nietzsche.
I creep,
Out from the shadows and learn
from the light that I’m free.
I see,
R