I am not your society. I am not your rules. I just live between these blurred lines that you interpret that I follow. The only thing i follow is my own flow, a flow to try to break from the Iron cage.

I have to nullify my rage before I set your bullshit ablaze. As individual as the consumerism craze, I take this and need this and this but I’m riddled with debt and can’t afford a piss.

A hiss from from the serpent, a backslide diss. The slang you don’t know, the back alley Ho, the mofo’s, the bruv, the easy access blow.

The streets are alive with meaning, a yearning for truth in a time of limited belief. A society contracted by a disease of obese bliss.

Supermarket Mecca of cheesy poofs and 99p pizza bread. As our fat builds, despite our inner dread, we poison ourselves to death.

2020 is a decade of hope riddled with lies & being over fed. We plunged a straw into the planet and sucked out the good to make space for our consumerism breath

Is it all dread? a new limited lifetime of fire, melting and non binary bled. Have we been mislead? Mental health has become the ooze eeking out of each head.

Sold a dream that we all created with money and greed. instead of enjoying life and being grateful we created capitalist ambition and never ending empty needs.

I can’t identify with my version of self either. It’s too much mither and the world is getting hotter so why should I even bother?

I am not your society, I am not your rules. I’m a worker drone, a number, one who wants to down his tools, fuck this shit, am I the fool?

Its too late to nullify my rage!! the planet knows, she knows the score. Mother Nature is taking down all your greedy capitalist modes.

What times is left? liberalist folly or trump & his Brazilian brother led worry? The final breath may have been taken by those who came before the 2020 I.

I am not your society, I don’t socialise and feel it’s true anymore. We destroyed kinship, there is no neighbour at my door.

I don’t even know their names, such a shame but what’s it matter? Single use plastic inside our fish, destroying the fabric of our next dish.

The environment we had got taken away, by me. I did this, I am the king of the castle, the human leech that destroys the land, the sea and the beach.

Opposable thumbs and the need to speak. Where did it get me? I am humanity! Pretending to rule them all instead of being honest and admitting I destroy because I am feeble and weak.

Perhaps the chance to rise again is not lost but then we killed a billion animals in the Aussie fire. All because we need to create the laziest way to live, to what do we aspire?

A rocket ship will save the day! Take us away, to a new place, one where we promise to not repeat our disgrace. This ship will carry our brightest and best, like the president with the combover who behaves how he likes till he’s red in the face.

A new planet where we will not repeat the same disgrace, we promise BUT first let’s establish how to eat and fuel this place. We have learnt, we know this time the air is fake so we can take and take and take…..