EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

let it go

a village lives alone
facing the yellow sky
oranges lay down at earth
monsters go out every night
and the people pray
from a deep grey dark moon
the houses are full
and landlords starve
a prayer is sent
and the people pay
we are born like idiots
we’re taught not to learn
we are kept alive
the village lives alone
sucking living of the land
the air out of children
the fingers we’ve learned to count
are melting in a sad rain
and the flowers grow
and the rotten meat smells
and the kids can kill but they don’t
and the people cry
we are born not to live
but taught to survive
we are the scum
that stands a row
facing the unawareness
the danger of dreaming
the trigger pulls the chambers close
and the brain needs to respond
but it doesn’t
and the days run through time
while time does not matter
and we are dying
we slowly are
and they don’t know it
the fingers we train are loose
so we need punishment
the brain we carry
carries a disease
we are born into this terrible menace
and they want us happy
they want us to eat and grow
plants or chicken
but we don’t
we are born in the hole of a nest
and we hate feeding
and cleanliness and prayers
and cars and neighbors and the bible
we are born so sad that
everything must be a joke
and so we fight the doomness
of the flying thoughts
we fight them good
and run away
our day is always to be mocked
thus thinking people are a threat
we are animals
that ain’t food or chain
but keep life in the wild
we are lost so there’s no pain
we are doomed to find a way
to be strangers on their heads
failing luck on their faces
to a common village joy
we are the parasites
that cleaners clean
the dirt that gardens
the flowers that grow dead
and we must not succeed
our fingers are rusty weapons
built to be broken
our head an air depository
the body an active cage
they tell us to heal
our powerless gifts
we are dust to be vacuumed
dead students of the living
as words were the school
where silence played god
we are the monsters
the masters of utility danger
our fingers reach
the hands that freeze
to hell with it
we are the headless
boneless suckers
the fast motion genius
of your day
so help me time