work,
sleep
work,
sleep,
work,
sleep,
work,
then work again

stuck in this digital timeline
the days never passed
it’s always on repeat
like time is a concubine
living with wealthy billionaires
working endlessly day and night
making her ends meet
so nobody will know what day it is

who will make this world a better place?
huh, the rich only care for themselves
we’re disillusioned to the fantasy that money
will fix everything in a flash
a bandage on a wound, as they say
but it leaves gaps and crevices
it will never be healed from the blood it leaves
the blood will always fall like rain on a wedding day

i am not a robot who will end up in a dumpster
if i am no use to everyone
if i am no use, what i am then?
a entertainer?
a maid?
a office worker?
a human?
who i am?

Let freedom ring from the highest mountaintops,
but first know:
You are a slave to the machine, stuck:

Consent was never given.
Capitalism conquered our vision
of right,
of wrong,
of things well beyond,
and all the air we breathe.

It shapes our thoughts,
acceptance the lot
given to US, you and me.

The children that mine,
the beggars that crawl,
the infants that starve,
a price for us all.

In this we are bound,
from this we might flee,
otherwise fight
with fury and glee.

Fires we'll set,
smoke we'll inhale,
chains will sunder,
freedom exhaled.

Or perhaps it best,
that we stay slaves of rest
ignorantly sipping our tea.

so i’m talking to this guy,  
nice suit, clip-on tie,  
got the voice of a used car commercial  
like the voice of a clearance sale
held during a funeral

he tells me,  
“you like power?  
you like legacy?  
how ‘bout immortality at half the cost?”

and i say  
i don’t carry cash anymore  

he leans in, smiles like a bad poker hand,  
“no problem,”  
he says,  
“we accept loyalty oaths
to misplaced gods,
and whatever you named your shame.”

next thing i know  
i’m walking through  
a ruin with central heating

they got velvet ropes around the lies,  
audio guides whispering:  
“this is where he convinced them  
he was permanent.”

and tourists nod,  
because that’s what we do  
when we don’t understand something  
but it’s expensive.

a billboard in the rubble says:  
“AS SEEN IN PROPHECY!”
another one:  
“PRE-OWNED KINGDOM, LOW MILEAGE!”

and i ask the guy,  
“what happened to the big shot?”  
he hands me a coupon for salvation  
and says:

“he choked on a crown,  
tried to chew  
what he couldn’t command.”

the rest of the tour  
was ashes & echoes.  
a room where everyone  
once agreed to forget.  
a throne room  
turned timeshare.  
a voice on loop  
saying:  
“look upon, look upon, look upon…”
but never finishing the sentence.

before i leave,  
he gives me his card  
(it’s blank)  
and winks:  
“remember,  
we don’t sell eternity—  
we lease it.”

The Great Superboss

funes the stock markets: a crash --


of bulk moneyballs.

The profit of greed
Is the only thing they need.
Man want more,
For the seeds they sow.

I profit more,
Till I start to pour.
I take others lives,
To feed my fearful lies.

I take what’s free,
To monopolize and fee.
Oh, you think you’re free?
I lock, no key.

What further more,
Shall suffer need.
I take before,
Your life, I feed.

They do this more,
The plagues saturate the poor.
All I need is myself alone,
To finally destroy humanities stone.

I was looking for a dream in soulless eyes.

You thought that I was just like you
And milked the light from this star
You sold my brightness for profit
And now I wonder how far you are

I thought that you would give me my light back
But you led me into a fire
Lured me in with ink and a page
And now I'm trapped in a burning cage

I watch the stars in the night sky
The ones I once knew
You crush them down to ash
You sell them out for cash

I wanted to be just like you
But that isn't my goal anymore
I will be so much better
Is that what you wanted, too?

I inherited your soulless eyes
Do you see my dream in them?

When water became water, not lemon and lime,
I drank for the pleasure, not to pass time.

When bread became bread, not pizza and cake,
I'm hearing my stomach, and it needs a break.

When danger becomes danger, not fear on a screen,
I stopped checking corners for foes unseen.

When fire becomes fire, not mirrors and smoke,
my friends sit together, and nurture our hope.

When food becomes famine, and future unknown,
we'll treasure our friends, instead of our homes.