grid
have we not had enough yet?
a system crippled by its own inadequacies
the ego, megalomania, a distinct hypnosis
that keeps you chomping at the bit,
if you keep on whoring yourself you might get rich,
if you’re wild and dangerous you might get famous,
I can’t look you in the eye,
your hollow body appears dead to me,
just keep taking the poison,
something to dumb you down,
the world to me is beyond reason,
I can’t take the indecision
haven’t you noticed?
your legs and arms are stitched
tied down tight to each corner of the grid
your bones will break, your muscle will tear
with each counter-clockwise turn of the dial
you can live within denial, pretend the pain isn’t real
with all these gods shooting from the hip
it’s hard not to get hit by their bullet
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