Tough times ahead
You Get out a bed
To Sow the threads of tomorrow
The lust
The dread
The sorrow
It's Your tapestry now
You can't borrow
Dream
Decorate
Deface
Deflate
Replace
Then Follow
We made a mistake
Transfixed by shiny wrappers
Solid gold crappers
Women draped in lace
Under the face of it
We all debase for it
Now There's no escaping
The sinking ship that we made from it
Ostrich solutions
Ignore and pray for absolutions
Or go out fighting institutions
Climb on top of the pile
As high as a mile
To realise you've become the intrusion
Your illusion shattered
As you behold a billion bodies scattered
Under your desire to fix and change
You further fix chains
Enslaving your brain
To thoughts so insane
Destroying the world to design the new game
Our distractions in action
Money, drugs, cars, fashion
All logged transactions
Feed the hive mind
An ever growing collective
Capitalising on the unkind
Turning us into drones
Payday loans
Faces glued to phones
A Homeless crisis
Yet we want bigger homes
Plenty of empty rooms
None available to loan
Kept at a distance from mostly ourselves
Engaging only to fight
For the last things on the shelves
Bought into prophets
That turned out to be fake
Put on your shackle now slave
You don't want to be late
Your poison won't find its own way onto your plate
You decided to destroy
When you had freedom to create
Now it's too late
Filled to the brim with sin
You're drowning in it
Your greed in the reeds manifested
Pulling you down by your deeds so detested
If this was a circus
You'd be the clown in it
Our own molestation
Creates our alienation
As we continue to violate
This divine creation
Your supposed wealth
Physical possessions
Creating mental obsessions
Strutting about the place
covered in shiny shit
sending out ill vibes
making the world sick
So now it's time to quit
This addiction to friction
Mass media fictions
Utopian predictions
Governmental systems
Let us rise above
And fall in love
With the world and each other
Or grow some balls
To change the rules
And press that button brother
About the Creator
Jacobie Jones
An up and coming writer hailing from the U.K.
Jacobie loves letting his imagination run wild, especially if it ventures into darkly comic places.
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