Oh modern man! You claim to be perfect.
Living a life of dreams.
Blinded by circuits of tantalum.
Speeding up a tired time machine,
[des] information devourer,
Proud owner of plastic fruits.
Oh mediocre man! You claim to be imperfect!
Thumbs on the move.
Don’t you see how they kill your kind?
Don’t you see how they deny the existence of your people?
Keep twitching .
Just don’t forget your house of cards is gasoline infused!
And money can’t be eaten.