It’s unstoppable can’t sustain the pace of topical when everyday the story’s getting more unbelievable when the awful becomes lawful unlawful have no obstacles excuse me, office-sir, would it be possible as politicians waffle to some day get an offer of respect or recognition for the down trodden or one moment of a minute’s peace for the vulnerable suffering the intolerable some un-diagnosed might get away with the most while we overload with tropes oxygenating the roast all our sharpened pencils poking the reality host ignored the backrooms lousy with the cloudiest smoke wash some mouths out with soap burn the soap box smash the ashes re-appropriate fascism to take on the “fascist” gnawing carnival bark maybe you were the spark that prematurely lit the flares then left us all in the dark it’s inconceivable that redemption’s irretrievable maybe abhorrent but only really aberration if you’re living in the amnesia wing of hospitals inhospitable when memories a little bit uncomfortable reveal we are the parents of this human crime a vile creature made of our slime every capitalist take pride in capitalist America personified I refuse to aid this mission I know his only aim is name recognition mega low fucking maniac I won’t advance this condition

When the reveal of inconvenient facts are labeled and perceived as political attacks documents unsealed need venom slick tongues to re-catalyze the glue adhere to blocking view of dissenting views entomb the dossiers in fortresses with bay windows of un-tinted glass consume philosophies of purebred but pathetic helpless calfs suckling at the corporate teat like fools starving for fuel to light the gas  double down on calling truth lies and pushing lies right passed the gridlocked miles of redactions and retractions buried in more piles of hasty but tasty illegitimate facts that distract from the last trash regurgitated by clumsy irresponsible hacks 
 are you proud of the boys you’ve created? they were supposed to be men according to your own moronic standards of masculinity  unwilling to abort you produced facetious smiles from upset infantile toys instead it’s no wonder we’ve dipped under the threshold of decency so suddenly we fell off the ledge of the cliff of complacency when the MAGA trolls obnoxiously embraced the role of heel so proudly while we chased the bait when we can’t help but laugh at the thud of a MAGA chud thick skull hitting concrete or spilling out blood violent thugs pots calling kettles black  living in fear that the reality of equality will expose their worst inadequacies and true inferiority  
 we live the same and we’ll die the same brought down by the rules of rulers games we rise the same and we’ll fall the same we fall in the age of vicious games 
 little league team blue  your boomer parents must be so proud of of you they built a luxury tree house for the privileged few pulled up the ladder, and dropped down a couple pairs of ill-fitting strapless boots all ages of the belligerent blue-check simpletons got woke on the wrong side of the bed then tried to drill it in our heads that might makes right and mockery is necessity  if we decide that the other side brought dirty tactics to the fight when neoliberals co-opted “support the troops” they really meant support the wars when they claimed to believe black lives matter they really meant black votes and we wonder why politics are accurately undermined by sketch comedy jokes 
 we live the same and we’ll die the same brought down by the rules of rulers games we rise the same and we’ll fall the same we fall in the age of vicious games 
 when the fallacy of victory buries all enemies deep in the dirt if we humiliate and dominate our cheerleaders might lift their skirts for us… 
 make America great? is was never great not even for you poor schlubs  you just liked it better when you could feel superior to the human beings that test your insecurities the others the sisters and brothers that you call thugs return to "normalcy" is just the blue MAGA- nostalgia for the days when fucking over the working class was  executed with civility and more eloquent words with racism and misogyny better concealed by slicker pervs coupled with the self inflicted frustration  of supplemental justification scrutinize one flaw of the opposition  put on one dimensional 3D specs fill in the blanks for all the rest choose your own adventure, invent the backstory of so-called enemies but they’re not you and they’re not me 
 we live the same and we’ll die the same brought down by the rules of rulers games we rise the same and we’ll fall the same we fall in the age of vicious games 
 can you still not see the real teams they’re not divided on party lines these fucks making cucks out of every one of us bloods and crips the red and blue deep crows feet etched in their faces more permanent than face tattoos think harder smash power shatter tradition and make shards of the old guard they decide to divide we sign up for the ride with every dopamine click rewarding our attraction to conflict we admonish to feel accomplished if it offers us pride but the prize is a lie it only rewards one side power is power it’s still the law of the land the bastards in power will turn any neighbor against neighbor, friend against friend, family against family, black against white, young against old, poor against poor

Reckless psychotic atom shift thawing a cold war that was never at risk of being frozen stiff creep up get close enough to learn that most jackasses stink take a whiff, leave a footprint where the elephants sit once believed this team was righteous lacking instinct, trusted liars had the best interests of this nation, education, health, prosperity, and happiness and maybe more than only the monetization of globalization and global domination the intellectuals so well-read boasted the pen is mightier than the sword high end quill soaked up the ink let it dry signing off on wars signing off on wars   numbing all to war?     I’m still anti war were we ever the same? antagonists without a risk who never once thought to enlist would never ever pull a trigger and they'd never take a bullet blood of the poor is a renewable resource war for profit lining pockets death merchants fueling rockets prestidigitation of policy selling out civic duty compassion had no place in the market when every sense of urgency for clarity or charity  is winnowed out with limited awareness of disparity these festive celebrations of unity mask the vanity of hollow insincerity here’s hoping these keepers of the oligarchy  get a reminder by hard slap with the fact every bloody revolution, is nothing new son final solution, more or less an institution   shrouded in glory legitimized history make history, our history, your history, you’re history

A two party crime syndicate ensuring every election is illegitimate swallow that medicine I bet you're sick and they know we're sick from it but we'll never get sick of it so when they serve up another overflowing platter of shit take your silverware to their gold and stab them right in the eye with it Silence our voices with illusion of choices pass the buck with no bucks to us keep us in the dark 'til we're forced to read by gaslight it's not the time to hold that noise in it's time to sharpen incisors and bite the hands that feed us poison can't sleep when your head hits the pillow see insomnia induced by a heist that wasn't low key and I scream to the rich, please don't eat me falling for this Con- we all die falling for this Con- but I di- falling for this Con- but I di-gress

What kind of man shoots a man in the back? blue little boys with spines aligned by guns, badges, and bullets stacked  tactical gear used to menace and control us with fear unqualified to be ashamed of the guts they lack Do you comply with the ridiculous lie that the cop is a friend or a brave defender of life grow up! I’ve never seen a viewless child with eyes so wide foreign armies occupying communities unwelcome uninvited maiming citizens with immunity 
 Not a militia man just a lost kid less than a skid staining shat underpants of the boots he licks pointing guns as the unarmed run bowing to empowered cowards on the altar of blue line worship you wanna bullet spray and cosplay as an army man go serve overseas when the bullets return you might just be the one who bleeds with no audience anywhere near to hear your pleas invading armies self deployed to communities unwelcome uninvited taking lives in defense of property  
 cue defective detectives brace for the wave of retroactive journalists motivated by racist objectives instigators dressed in layers of the wrinkled skin of pragmatists  hurdling research skipping straight to revisionist selective with the narrative until it fits how can so much humility be lacking in apologists? victorious ignorance a license for belligerence  now the bastard cop in fear their time has come hide behind the guns of clueless bastard sons with boots licked so clean their hands feel freshly scrubbed while their bastard sons are flattened by the bus

Squat, squat, squat the U.S.A. who dares to say that you refuse to pay when they bled you dry and dried up every resource rotten rot morality decays greed remains keeping empty homes maintained new homeless reminisce the bliss- that it once was to be poor when vacant buildings outnumber the human beings living on the street it’s time to leech fair game to reclaim every lease when government plays impotent to helping starving families while vampire bankers cap their teeth with diamonds to help the ogres bite through stone bleeding the desperate and the weak real estate moguls hoarding homes as recent tenants get acquainted with the streets So make this this so called land of the free go take this this land back for everybody remake this the land that we can finally un-ironically call free…. squat the U.S. U.S. squat the U.S.A.

They learned to weaponize identity and finally society had nominated upgrades to the value of minorities upgraded from subhuman beings to human shields used to bulletproof the bullet riddled polity of “normalcy”  where we dance with glee accepting the best we can be is a cut above the failure of the lowest common denominator what a victory what a fraud of a participation trophy for anyone keeping score all of the equality they have in store  is token faces that promise to resemble yours  spite-fully too familiar the overlords they serve for whom they’ll shove you to the floor and under every bus bound for respect, you’d ever dare to board denied the birthright of a culture or identity self relegated designated as a caricature parody of what maybe we’re supposed to be as demonstrated by the tv and the movies immigration by the third generation produced another alienated alien nation a speck from the finest mist of heritage disintegration if I’m only halfway in this fight hope it only takes one drop to contaminate pure white couldn’t deliver the might, but I could lose it in slo-mo some colored me wrong it didn’t hurt  but every time I went bananas I would learn  how easily it could be me becoming uncle Tomo culture harnessed by relics obliviously sheltered sophisticates disingenuously micromanaging the feelings of their marginalized exploited assets  rackets tactlessly protecting corruption reaping the bonus of white savior satisfaction as if they’re chasing fate in a race to validate the detractors of affirmative action some day we’re gonna ask who asked for this symbolic representation from the sellout class bought to snuff out the faces suffocate the voices if un-vetted natives start getting restless when inclusive A-bombs hit the ground join hands around the rainbow mushroom cloud in shredded ribbons of colorful confetti and equalizing ashes we all fall down  thank goodness we’ve all been invited to all fall down

what are the odds we could be better while still being flawed or maybe we settle for waiting on leaders and promises peddled but what if we tried and strived to do better lived by our own law beyond so called fathers who founded this treasure that was taken by force, broken treaties and trust built on murder, betrayal, and slaughter did we try or comply had our mouths gone too dry when we spit in the eye of storm lusting for petty squabbles stirred up empty rabble led war into battles and battles to wars at behest of our best the cameras lost interest of peace at the protest lenses fogged up with teargas admired the mess bright flash bulbs lighting up images suburbs detest breeding out any fears of the shame of arrest handfuls looted from shops while evading the cops who’s batons clash with pens but not swords then our darkest desires set buildings on fire brought nukes to the school yard and fists to the war what if they lied what if they were secretly on the same side playing allies playing all sides eyes fixed on the prize outreach shoving rose tinted glass in our eyes submit, compromise for the liars who won’t even lie when it comes to pretending they might even try they said make your voice heard we said there’s no choice sir “I insist’ became, “don’t resist” reduced to our stances on culture so those media vultures could squawk, we’re uncivil and hawk civil war but what if we tried and strived to do better lived by our own law and severed this tether what if we tried and lived to do better lived by our own laws and lived to be better lived by our own laws and lived to be better lived by our own laws and lived to be better

Always The System (Summary by False Moron Boogie) 
 (Patsy Bastard) a class loyalist… humanity betrayer would-be traitor too incompetent to be a full dictator this piece of shit president promised to drain the swamp are the critics or constituents convinced it was a failure? intentional or not, the promise was fulfilled “drain” never meant dredge as if he ever meant it to reveal  a new world record low tide in the bog ignore the creeps behind the dissipating curtain of fog  a species of creature not endangered but protected every scum covered dweller remains unaffected with a gone swamp and some camouflage washed off  hoping thick vintage sludge won’t leave a permanent stain (Team Sports)
 when the dirt could… finally be seen cleanly when the lights came up on every flaw on every un-thwarted rewarded wart, blemish, or scar scarred directionless panicked spectators split off… and drifted or sprinted to the flaw with no draw but a minimal offering of tepid applause  and the stench most superior, and most familiar, or least repellent to their cause kids pissing in the pool too wet to feel the difference  or wonder if anyone content living chin deep in the darkest dankest subterranean canals of the sewers of metropolis apocalypse should notice while leaders copping sniffs with morals on extended paid vacation in penthouses  high on their own odorless delusional bullshit densely packed as the foundation of peak civilization  twisting their brains to naively believe in trickle down philanthropy clown fantasies so who of us with hands tied- could still be bothered by- one more expected bludgeoning of mud across our faces in defeat we settled for whichever pre approved dirt better compliments our stations…  but make sure they’re battle stations arm yourselves defend your chosen corners of this sewer for a fighting chance so powers at the bases… of towers might allow you to reach up and touch the gutter in the hopes that your superiors might grant a slightly better life as long as the tippy toe of your boot  is firmly planted on an underling’s head to please the debtors  or at least at the very least denying one another of potential for some happiness or pathway to success (Antagonists) divided we stand   but pennants still rallying for enemy penance grease the hands penning the checks  trust blood lust, rivals, institutional villains there’s always room for unity as long as an enemy combatant is delivered by consensus convince us that these victims are against us threats to our nation boogie men and boys imagined out of thin air the oldest deflection of the dehumanization  from the inhuman inhumane imperialist doling out deadly sanctions as a slap on the wrist worshipping weapons as necessity employing the insanity of indiscriminate corporatist murdering sprees (Cares and Heroes) there was no hope or promise to provide a better package just a pantsing exposing the typically inadequate too often overpowering, aggressive and oppressive, brutalizing, violent, impervious, always imposing,  rapist shaft of the system- ALWAYS THE SYSTEM- to tell you it’s your fault when you resist them please sir, can I have another? you barely had one. okay, can I have one? Yes of course here’s some broken teeth from a gift horse they were bought with your money, your labor was the source no decent citizen should believe their owed a living holster hands while the task force is studying remorse recidivism to this prison never in doubt there’s no returning to a cage if no one ever gets out (Bastard Patsy) coward pig men retreating from the anger shake a child’s hand and send that baby face head long into the danger  with no training or experience self-deputized junior ranger still a stranger to the consequence  or any understanding of the blood let when hot lead penetrating flesh results in injury or death nazi killer cop’s reputation never addressed a patsy silly pup volunteer absorbing the mess royalty hides behind two factions of aggressors while we target the pawns protecting mutual oppressors too distracted by the fracturing of necks under tread to wonder who’s next to be protected to death or served teargas, rubber bullets, truncheons, or arrest rebranding so the direction of the anger corrects and steers away from the system- ALWAYS THE SYSTEM to laugh behind our backs each time we miss them
 (Squat The U.S.A.) shut it down world health is the priority  but health care’s out of reach please be grateful for your poverty your struggle doesn’t matter your livelihood’s collateral withhold the life preservers here’s a shackle and an anvil fuck that! take it back every house and every flat each apartment every loft and every building pack a surfboard for every couch takeover every dwelling land was stolen to begin with it’s yours for the taking take it back from the system- ALWAYS THE SYSTEM ALWAYS THE SYSTEM
 (Empty Gestures)
 people of color crowded out of their own table stop stealing all the oxygen they’re not your pets to label Yes you're guilty of being white but I suppose I’m guilty of letting you be without a fight and black faces can win races but time never erases bad time and place disgraces  of identity inspired stasis stuck in a new past get an eyewash if so lost to torch the policies that squash the burning cross (Shall We Anarchy) they said it couldn’t happen but we got the revolution  televised and television turned out to be the solution to crushing all dissent promoting fear over the truth to radicalizing shameful boys who back the blue the revolution WILL be televised and it’ll be condemned by casual suburban fans of peaceful protest they’ll assert that you’ve made your point and that you were heard we can’t even say they didn’t listen isn’t that worse? they listened and ignored us on purpose appeased us with an offering of shallow painted letters on the surface with leaders like these who needs enemies? does a government this cruel legitimize anarchy? wine track six pack trailer park or cul-de-sac forty in a paper sack hood rat taking corners back They drafted middle class and poor into the culture war minimized the common struggles stomped the Earth into the core stomped our heads into the core and danced around a little more on the ashes of all hope the final flashes of the lore vote for a life of more and more consorting with the enemy the one who snuck into your bed and said you’ll never leave me 2020 was a preview of the terror we’re in for brace for 2021 and what the system has in store ALWAYS THE SYSTEM