Tired of me

I plant the beanstalk from the rants that I talk that stay with you like an STD, at first a curse as it lays nesting, as time goes by you realize it was a blessing, taking your outlook and spinning it, forcing new views to come through to you while I’m spittin it.

My words are ear worms that dig in like sperm, that accumulate and impregnate, my zygote expands and grows hands that command and shape your brains intake of the words that I make

I spit lava on the mike, erupting explosions of passion pulsating penetrating the people like pain, putting wrinkles on brain.

I wreck this shit like I eject my shit when I eat too much chili and get on a moon bounce.


I...

I…

I’m fuckin tired of talkin about me

We plow down coral reefs and turn them into a parking lot where only jellyfish can survive, we flood the Amazon with petroleum waste, we turn our own West Virginian mountains into piles of exploded coal and toxic streams.

We pump billons of dollars into governments that stone women to death for being raped, that enslave men extorted to believe they can feed their kids if they hop on the boat, and while we train, arm and fund armies that commit crimes against humanity.

Children die every minute because they can’t get a clean glass of water, while we use 20 clean glasses of water to take a shit.

I’m fuckin tired of talking about me. This reflection is a deflection from how bad shit has come to be. I’ve been so obsessed with caressing my own self esteem that… I’m all I can see.

I know I’m not alone.

The maintainability of my passion will be free from enslavement for sure when I realize that only sustainability, compassion and engagement can cure.

I’m fuckin tired of talking about me. And I know I’m not alone.

If we don’t all put down the fucking mirror and open our eyes to see the world so we can at least be tempted to do something about it, none of this shit’s gonna ever change.

I'm here to help, Part 2

I will give you a face you can relate to and confide in. I’ll tell you soothing words you’ve been waiting for and make you feel at peace. I’ll give you just enough hope to make you apathetic because then, you’ll be easier to control.

Please, pamper yourself in flattery, numb yourself with chemicals, and convince yourself of whatever it is that you want, just pay for my drug prison war machine, shut the fuck up, and dude did you hear about the new QB for the cowboys this season? we're goin to the superbowl baby!

Ahhhh how easy it is to pacify the masses. I send their children off to die for imperialism, I spoon feed them truthiness to hypnotize them into submission, and help them kill themselves with their own cancerous consumerism so they can make way for the next harvest.

I breed their prejudices against each other, turning urban against rural, gay against straight, new immigrant against old immigrant and watch the inter-tribal warfare ensue while I do with them what I please. I enslave the inmate, massage the dictator, and profit from mass murder, drug addiction and planetary rape because talking about politics depresses them, and they don’t give a fuck. Its not big government, it's not small government, its my government, because they let me have it.

If anyone thinks outside of my blue and red box, I let good-hearted, misguided common Americans drown them out with flags flying high displaying aborted fetuses, Hispanics with heads of extra-terrestrials, and two gay dudes that are destroying your marriage for some reason.

With a non-white face or a good 'ole boy as a body shield in the white house, who cares about 2.3 million Americans behind bars, who cares that a quarter of all fish in our streams are poisonous because of mercury from coal, who cares that Jim Crow laws have returned to our schools, who cares about the patriot act, secret prisons, or habeas corpus. If i can still imprison you without evidence for the rest of your life legally because i feel like it, imagine what i can do to you illegally.

But its all good, because change has come to America.

Pay no attention to that man behind the curtains, I’m from the government, and I’m here to help.

I'm here to help, Part 1

I am everything you see. Everything you touch, everything you eat, everything you have, and everything you mmmmmmm buy. It is there because of me, you are nothing without me, I am in charge of your life and no recession can keep me down.



I’ll give you happiness with a soap opera and a pro wrestling match on a wall sized plasma screen, sprinkled with porno ridden beer advertisements, covered in chocolate coated skittles doused in high fructose corn syrup,that has been psychologically engineered to keep you crawling back for more, but it’ll cost ya.



Ooh did that give you a rittle tummy ache? I can give you the latest FDA monkey approved pill from a very sue-able doctor along with the worlds best health care the wealthy can buy, through bipartisan sold insurance with a complimentary bookshelf of extensively hieroglyphic paperwork, but it’ll cost ya.



Oooohh you’re a social worker, with a heart of gold but bank account of pocket change. Ummm can you please get the fuck out of my face and make way for people that actually have money?



Who are you going to call to save you, the government? I own the government. Billions speak louder than ballots. Lobbyists at town hall meetings can yell louder than working families.



Besides, even if you are sick, there are other ways I can make you happy. Feeling a little disconnected from the earth? Get a wal mart house plant to symbolize the jungle I cut down to grow it, put it in your apartment complex, named “pecan grove” after the forest I cut down to build that, then take a trip to the air conditioned zoo to see the lions and pandas from the ecosystems I decimated to entertain you.



Maybe you’d like some heroin spiked petroleum for you to go to the carnival of endless bounty we know as the grocery store? How bout an asthma inhaler for your child needed from all that smog your car just let out? Not enough time to exercise, there are good shows to watch, try some TV dinners during those programs full of beautiful women that make you feel inadequate. After that try some thigh cream to smooth out the cellulite from all that valuable time you spent with your child in silence in front of that rectangular parent.



Ahh whats a matter? Maybe try some anti-depressants to fill in the void left by a loss of community, meaningful faith and nature? Maybe a cartoon with commercials to keep your mind off of those reasons I make you depressed and to get your mind on buying things to make you happy! Because the richer are and the more you buy, the happier you will be!



I am here for you cherished and valued consumer. I’m from a corporation, and I’m here to help.