fisher king's wasteland

poets: join forces arm yourselves, and then light up this is a high-coup

This is my parody of the Everything Is AWESOME!!! song: Everything Is Broken Everything is broken Everything’s on fire and high priority Everything is broken And out of warranty Everything would be better with best practices But in practice it’s all rushed into slacknesses Let’s hurry forever We’re the same, I’m like you, you’re like me We are just working for money Everything is broken Everything’s on fire and high priority Everything is broken And out of warranty Woo! Three, two, one, go! Have you heard the news? Everyone’s talking Life is shit ’cause everything’s broken Lost my job, no new opportunities No free time for my non-existent communities I feel more broken than a broken token Drown my sorrow in chocolate frosting Three years later, wash off the frosting Smelling like a hobo, everything is broken Stepped in poop, got new brown shoes It’s awesome to win but frustrating to lose, frustrating to lose Everything is better when we stick together But no time, you and I are gonna ...

we submit ourselves to wage slavery in order to commit our children to the unsavory in the vain hopes of them training through the competitive pre-primary-secondary-tertiary production line that tunnels straight into the factories of the forgotten far below the morbid mountains of misdirected minds competing for golden tickets to burn out churning and burning oils and animals, oceans and jungles to line other peoples' pockets  and that’s if they’re not broken down by the social education engine first we measure our successes in days and nights overflowing with busywork and bureaucracies we measure our failures in welfare cheques with strings attached to draw and quarter us down into charities instead of the very communities that they were supposed to be uplifting we passionately play job roulette in the hope of winning roles that won't *only* pay us to be miserable we optimize our fad diets, ingest caffeine and pop pills but still it takes every ounce of will we can muster jus...

one foot in front of the other day after grueling day my time marches behind me with a gun to my back looming larger and larger as we all walk towards the abyss billions and billions of us marching together each desperately clutching at whatever nourishment presents itself some shove others out of the way, or ride on their backs some hold out helping hands and lend their shoulders for support and some just shrug their shoulders, and lie down while falling is inevitable how we march in the face of its inevitability expresses our truest selves when we have time to look up, the views can be incredible when we connect, our love makes everything worthwhile but my dreams feel like someone small standing before a massive wall i wake up each morning to the sound of the beating drums of the times the thudding of my heart in my ears as i try to watch my footing and escape my worries about the future live my gratitude, because acknowledging it is not enough never enough ju...

my take on the tragedy of the titan cronos eating his children is that it's less of a lesson on how time devours whatever time produces, and is more about how one's intentions can be so misconstrued that the only version of that story that has survived is the one in which he does so out of fear and not love for my little boy has taught me just how difficult it can be to hold back from dislocating my own jaw in order to swallow his cuteness whole when he's unhappy, his squeals and shrieks shatter my heart and scatter the shards but his smiles and the sound of his little voice box engine starting uhh-uhh-huhhhhhhhh and the feeling of his little hands gripping me tight as our breaths squeeze his chest into mine these melt and draw those scattered heart shards right back together again each time reforming a little larger than before we dance along together to his sheer delight, his joyous little jazz hands clench into vices holding on for dear life every first mome...

(based on Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be) parents' fear is gripping tight terror as they kill the light hyper child begins to see an opportunity to roam free fearless wretch insanity he watches lurking and trolling me he sneaks to a forbidden site he searches hunter in the shadows is rising remorseless in madness you dwell crawling chaos, on the ground yelp a tiny, twisted sound out from blankets, now possessed feels no pity, out of breath fearless wretch insanity he watches lurking and trolling me priceless sleep has been upset he awakens hunter in the shadows is rising remorseless in madness you dwell in madness you dwell overtired but will not lie endless nights may make you cry drain you of your sanity face the kid that would not sleep fearless wretch insanity he watches lurking and trolling me he sneaks to a forbidden site he searches hunter in the shadows is rising remorseless in madness you dwell