I'm howling/ up close it sounds ugly/ from far a way you may mistake it for a cry of longing/ Nietzsche writes of the pathos of distance/ the futures starving kids looking for armies to enlist in/right now its different/ despair is the future and the present's collision/ wait, no it isnt/ I had another rhyme in mind but I forgot it/
Flightless biped dragging these useless long wings/ then I hear the birds sing and remember that there are worse things/ sometimes I feel like a basket of outmoded evolutionary artifacts/ tasked with mourning the death of nature at human hands/ robocops come arrest my still beating cardiac/ drinking too much sometimes but this isn't party rap/this is hardly rap/ I wrote this on my iphone sitting on a bar stool wearing a dunce cap/ dead eyed lap dogs lapping blood out their owners skulls and not looking back/ turning back into an animal/ innocent insofar as I'm dehumanized/ the fact that I can't say this shit looking straight into your eyes makes me think it might be a pack of stupid lies/