Get Off My Lawn

1 min read

The chanting chafes, birthing China in the confines of my skull.
Men, dressed in indiscriminate suits, roam the floor.
Big Brother is watching you.
Crinoline, tutus, flora, plastic bracelets,
signifying their need to belong to something
Greater than themselves.
To believe that the steps we make in life
Are worth the culture of melodic anonymity.
Youthful colours anticipate the bass,
pound out a privileged aggression
What is life but the next bottled spirit?
Tripping on legal and illegal pharmaceuticals
But I don’t judge.
Echoing screams, shake what your mama gave you
I rise above, beyond, below these definitions of society
This bootleg version of true electricity
Brings death and destruction wherever it goes.
Four horsemen will not usher in the apocalypse;
Three letters will.

6 Comments

Navigate