- A Lesson in Mortality
Watch the butter melt.
See its jaundiced flesh
turn from solid into liquid.
Observe as its gilded armor
slowly fades away
like the wind.
Exposed to the elements,
- An Ontology of Convenience
Divide the world in two.
It’s much easier to digest that way.
Swallow it whole; don’t chew—
or you better spit it out.
The world is not for beholding;
it is for dissect—
for projecting.
Projecting ideology,
- Arbeit Macht Frei
I’m a wage slave,
Miserably poor,
While my government
Could hardly spend more
On weapons
To kill the innocent.
Thank Big Brother
For dealing with them.
- Bouazizi, Pt. III
“How do you expect me to make a living?”
Slaves to indifferent masters;
“Employees,” they call it.
We call it.
Chattel.
Employees of a tainted, dying trade;
- Business Lesson 101
Too many people are losing their chains,
the only thing they have to lose.
Too many people are noticing their chains.
That seems to happen when they move.
So let’s make sure they can’t.
We’ll send in the army to keep them still,
destroy their homes,
- Concluding Rites
Wallet a little light?
You must not be praying loud enough.
Clothes a little torn?
Ask yourself: Do you really wanna be a heathen?
Stomach a little empty?
Mouth a little dry?
- Demolition Plans
“Please relax.
Would you just relax?
Learn to relax.
Learn to acquiesce.
Learn to
express yourself with the binary.
Express yourself in the binary.”
“Please relax.
- Extra Varnish Please
Disguise the binary as truth.
Truth never tasted so good.
Truth never tasted so damn good.
Between you and me,
I could get used to this.
Disguise the binary as truth.
- Forked Tongues
A or B?
Answer the question.
Which side do you pick?
Black or white?
Choose one.
Day or night?
Just don’t pick the wrong one.
- I, Stratified
Who are we?
We’re the status quo.
Who are we?
We’re years and years of tradition
codified.
Codify.
Stratify.
- Illusions of Choice
We brew the concoctions.
So pick your poison.
Toe the line
we draw for you.
Pick one.
They’re both lethal.
The only difference is the taste.
So pick your poison.
- Imperial Heartbeats, Pt. I
The global chain industry
must capitalize.
It must control everything around it,
lest it stifle potential profit.
The global chain industry
must accumulate,
capital, labor
- Imperial Heartbeats, Pt. II
The global chain industry is a
kind, benevolent empire.
It seeks only to help its subjects,
those ungrateful barbarians.
Out of the kindness of its heart.
Out of the kindness of its bloody, beating heart.
- In the Service of Power
Who are we?
We’re the status quo.
Who are we?
We’re the System,
the line everyone must toe.
The dictum
that divides the world in two.
The “wisdom”
- Introductory Rites
Pray to The Great Gesticulator.
Or you...
Will find yourself,
At the bottom of The Ravine.
Remember when you were last here.
How many matches does it take to burn a Bank?
- Love Is A Bourgeois Construct
I don’t want your stupid chocolates,
made with processed cocoa,
grown and harvested by wage slaves,
on monoculture farms,
in impoverished 21st-century colonies.
I don’t want your stupid cards,
made with processed paper,
- Pick Your Poison
Pick your poise.
Pick your poison.
Make your choice.
Don’t pick the wrong one.
Or else.
Vial A or vial B?
The poison you choose
(or is chosen for you)
- Procrustean Metrics
We construct the “natural.”
As we see fit.
And you either conform to
or diverge from it.
And if you choose the latter—
and it is always a choice,
for we force our procrustean standards,
and cut off the feet
- Steps
As the sky turns gray,
The last thing we need to do is pray.
Prey off their circumstances.
Prey off all this madness.
Yes prey off their bad habits.
It’ll go the way we want it.
It always does.
- The End of History, Pt. I
Empire and peace cannot coexist.
Choose one.
We choose empire.
We choose empire over peace.
Peace is overrated anyway.
It’s very difficult to profit off of peace.
- The World's a Stage
Get over it.
We define who you are.
From the day you are born.
We call the shots.
We classify.
We, not you, decide how you will identify
for your entire life.
We classify.
- Tighten Your Belt
Cut the Safety Net,
With your gilded scissors.
Watch the less fortunate
Fall onto the Spikes of Capital.
The vampires, vultures, and venture capitalists
Await them impatiently below.
We’ll leave the aid to the charities.
Only the heart-warming philanthropy of