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Without the doing of some thing brand inappropriate
Something unmonetizable
Unclickable
Untraceable
Untradeable
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If i don't rend the cloth of this Culture Fit soon i will die
Like the coral
Like two-thirds of the wild
Like the humans on the edge of a rising shoreline
In a ceaseless world
With iceless poles
And icy proles
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As the planet heats,
Civilization chills;
Swallowing our red or our blue pills;
Interned into camps of grievers and shills
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Grieve i do and for the West
Our president the Bigly Best!
We'll come and go at his behest
Put down your Freedom of Info Requests
Baby, you just ain't seen nothin' yet
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Joe Walsh got his balls out, and his musket too
The Lefties dream of Saskatoon
We're all gonna get that Change real soon
You'll see when fascism hits High Noon
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We'll finish tearing ourselves apart
In the streets and in the dark
Can no longer recreate in this park
Leslie Knope didn't fit the part
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She had the mighty audacity
To take purview over Benghazi
Once Bush and...
are not merely empowered to separate us from discerning fact and fiction.
They separate us from debate; civic discourse; meaningful conflict;
From coalition-building; compromise; concession.
They separate us from each other.
Communities seem quaint
Common ground, a shifting place
Quicksand beneath one's feet
We are all swamp things now
The eyes ogle, waiting for us to falter -- for sport
Our shelf lives grow ever shorter
While billionaires transfuse the blood of the young
The youth don't want my mid-life crisis
It bores them so
My tone grates on America's next greats
Ideologies wage the fifth world war out on the vast placeless social media savannah
Faux fantastical beasts feast upon felled paper tigers
One can only hope the most outsized egos
Are the biggest dinosaurs
When the meteor comes
They've got you scared
And on the run
Always working hard
Never any fun
Mindfulness is worthless
Mindlessness is key
The trick that keeps them them
The trap for you and me
They got you runnin' 'round
Suspicious of any sound
Especially from your heart
Especially from the ground
There's no time to question
And no time to be
But there for the looking
Is what they don't want you to see
That worth is not money
Worth is not work
Value is vulnerability
Where your demons lurk
Long it's been said
That the poorest must toil
So the elite can have bread
The rich can strike oil
We're all at the back of the bus
The back of the train
Always them vs. us
Always for their gain
We fight each other
Instead of our common enemy
Sister torn from brother
By self-loathing malady
A disease imposed
Manufactured at the top
Distributed to the exposed
Infecting every crop
A deep foul sickness
Akin to a curse
Struggling to escape it
Only make it worse
Like drowning men
We clutch for the shore
Gasping...