Power Jack

you can shake the tree
even if you are a tick
on their skin
making nothing
but annoyance

its in your blood now
let it flow
within not without
the necessity of your
owned moment
is paramount

while butchers feild
an array of weapons

you may stand prone
do not be dismayed
do not present a false arsenal
be aware to be awake
cliche may not serve
the payment plan of the net serf

who blindly follows data
as a field agent obeys
in times of organised
blood typed violent reactions

there is no where to run now
and this is good to know in a fight
that may have concequences

you must turn this around
or forever hold the hate,
or worse
the indifference
of your own children
in your prone open hand generosity

like a reaction to a prick test
your skin will feel different inside
where the real you
the one that knows truly
who you may well be
lives in fear of itself

are you playing dead?
or just a simple non player?

arched into typeface made
for selling shit to
your own mind

belated rhythms of
destructive memetic retentions
made whole by schisms
released like biowar
spores spread
the dead injected
with nothing but a mindfuck

with dread of designing their future
with nothing more than an idea
germinated from super elite
star spangled realty agents

because thats what you are
a ridicule
a joker type
lost in the place you call home
no maps for joey
whirleybird future
spins off to futurezone

we are all alone
together in this isolation domain
refraining the same prose
and trying
plying wares to finks from
dunked balls in hoops
played like megasport

your gene
tracked in the feild
doped
active

make things happen
they say
a necessary evil
is life a sport?
made of lack?
take power back?

you have none to relinquish
if you bring the huddle in
like plays draw on the bored
it's all got a bit too real
and people like us get to be history
if we try really really hard

buttons fly
the sewer of seams
sits in suffocation

a squashed

appropriated

silence

it costs them nothing