Post-Op, America

The mass delusion with the same symptom,

an undying need to forever be a victim,

pretend again with that false sense of offense,

keep feeding the sensitive infant at your own expense,

there is no right that you are due,

you can’t be liked by everyone

but we can disagree with you

social morality and political fallacies

determine what is good and what is unfit,

so what do we do when it’s society that is fucking sick?

look around at the filth that surrounds us,

every corner public displays of disgust,

inverted organs to feel happy with yourself,

a permanent mistake when still miserable like everyone else,

a life lived as a mockery of nature,

you’re your own saboteur,

as you march down the street and violently shout

“Let’s sacrifice the future so we can fuck each other now!”