“my mind locked up in the future, so i reminisce
from this confiscated viral matrix.
infected social loop have me rooted
around people living their life in circles.
changing by the minute the swirl in
this liquor have me changing by the second.
riches the capital goal for capitalism, my mind tied up,
seized up, locked up in this du-rag allowing for infiltration
of feint hope.
one-man single player mode like play-station sony
have me feeling monopsony. born on a full moon in cold winter,
but then winter existed not. i drift in fluid, all too soon a visitor to the new world;
dark of skin, blood on skin, kin to quiet man. born on a full moon, from womb my end already
determined to end in tomb”