french canadian gray

your internal ivory tower
is made of shit

your buzz words
your rabid Jedi life
your cuntishness
your waste

you fuck off anyone
with a heart
or a soul
you poor cunt

you silly sensitive interstellar worm
you throw away progress, joy and fun
for the sake of free commitments
you made when you were lost and alone

now you waffle
and wibble
and drown
in the bullshit you created

your consensus
is see through
and built on shit
and waste

you'd turn the world into an endless meeting room
of crying about trauma
and fake smiles and laughter