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Dear computer, are we more unkind to each other…
… or to ourselves?
Stomach sick, I wake again
To pings of shocking news
50 shades of red has beckoned
50 shades of blue
And oppositions now the mission
Our common earth is scorching
With low decisions, high emissions
Dystopia is boring
Pseudo application’s latent effects might be deadly
Your Twitter feed and posting scheme show plainly, we ain’t ready
While politicians scurry
The war machine is getting heavy
A market clash, a border clash,
The opportunist’s medley
(mixed narration)
The money seed division,
The money kill us all
The money need revision
I’ve— been numbin’ all the pain
Hide the symptoms in the symptoms
In the substance I abuse
Close— your eyes and hide the dark
Show your outrage tap a heart
Heart is growin’
Head is groanin’
Children dying
Brother’s spying
Red intention’s misdirected
Ammunition’s been infected
Blue is sinkin’
Lack of thinkin’
Gallow’s humor
Been erected
Money seeds division
And the money kills us all
Money needs revision…
Dear human, your money is fucking stupid
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Released 2023-07-10 © Jamey Lyon, All Rights Reserved