Snide blooms blossom like middle fingers through parking lot concrete
Breaking notions otherwise unnoticed
Their righteous violence goes ignored
Until the contractors secured the right funds again
And we swallow bleak silence
Knowing our ancestors died for much more than this
So we pave the way for proto-singularities to stave off human needs
Using supposedly post-technological technologies
But really our captors' philosophers are just bored
And what's the difference between labor and slavery?
What's the difference between freedom and laziness?
What's the difference between true meaning obscured
And the word replacing what is true?
Why must the pen be mightier than the sword?
A sword could kill the president
But my words'll never hurt him
Although he is quite sensitive
But I'll never hurt his feelings out of deporting my friends
Although I could kill the cops who try to kidnap them
But only if I had a gun
And a million more friends with a million more guns
And it seems like organizing
Only follows the same order as those whose orders I wish not to follow
You follow me?
Don't! Cuz I'm just a weed, breaking false ground
In my raging indifference to your Honda Civics and Lexi, I am life
Gray
Bottomless
Swallowing everything you think you took
Quaking your boots
Like the free reverberations of a deerhoof, unshook
Cement truck? Down the hatchet
Railroad tracks? Down the hatchet
You just make more of me
Thank you, f*ckface
My every breath is a blemish on your state
My life is your disgrace
So cram it, cuz I am the goddamn planet
And while you pave and pave, I'm only waiting to grow over your concrete grave