Aaaaand Now My Current Thoughts

Fuck. I can’t handle this noise.
But there’s no end to the static cling
I failed to bring myself up
To the lowest common denominator
To the average, the mean
The sighted, yet unseen.
I failed to raise the question of who got here first
So I guessed and checked.
In a world where danger is everywhere
One man had a choice
And his choice was to pussy out.
Back down.
Feed his doubts
Let the light be cast away by the clouds
And his stupidity knows no bounds
He had a choice alright
He could have chose to fight
He could, but he chose to step off.
To let the danger kick his sorry ass .
Hi kids, are you ready to learn?
Are you ready to see how the world burns?
Are you willing to wait your turn
As the perpetuating nonsense that we call existence purge the numbers
Until all that remains are those whose memories are reduced to words?
And not the beautiful words. Oh no. words without weight.
Words that fail to resonate.
And how do we save us?
Save us from our own sparks and propane.
Well kids, are you ready to learn?
And now to end on a note less sour.
Yet the message is tainted by my attention span.
What’s the rate?
By the hour.
I was supposed to end on something profound.
I was supposed to turn it around.
Bring it on home.
Let the marching band in and save the fucking day.
But it seems my message is slipping with each apathetic keystroke.
This piece of “writing” rapidly turns into a joke.
Like a bad sitcom.
Like a relationship.
Like world peace.
Like political refugees.
And riot police.
And torn up streets
And all the disease
And people falling to their knees
With but one wish,
Sweet release.
“But Deej.
You call these jokes.
When you should be saying tragic reality.”
Well you wanna know what I say?
I say,
We’re all going to die some day.
So drop the act and pretend it’s okay.