These DaysThese Days by Kid-Apocalypse
In the land where even super men die
With sordid secrets in their hands
Politicians don't mean to imply
That the internet is just string and cans
Indifferent to my world, to my rights
And to your ugly face
Death is another festival of lights
The consolation prize of this rat race
Extract the full extent of meaning
From how long stubborn doubt lasts
A drunken pigeon sent careening
Lives longer than the outcasts
Stuck in the dullness of normality
Every truth is a clever feint
Living inside a virtual reality
Children learn the morals they paint
Limited talent and dying beauty
Pays well while scholars starve
Leaders reward neglect of duty
Cowards rot in the caves they carve
Gray walls curving all around
Hiding the holes in the trap
They've no idea of what we've found
While they supervise the spinal tap
There are always windows
That offer blissful escape
In poetry or in prose
They encourage dreams to take shape
Current Residence: I'm the...thing...in your closet. I just got the internet.|
Favourite genre of music: Rock, heavy metal, foreign rock, J-pop.
Favourite photographer: Keizie
Favourite style of art: Uh...
Operating System: Erm...
MP3 player of choice: The ones that play both MP3's and CD's
Shell of choice: Turtle shells!!!
Skin of choice: Purple with weird squigglies...
Favourite cartoon character: What kind of question is that?!
Personal Quote: Do I LOOK like a people-person?