Industry Sweat Off

Bones grind to dust in the gears/ packaged manufactured and sold for less/ soul-less/ without the struggle, you’d be nothing/ action waiting for theory/ this isn’t Tehran/ this isn’t the Asgard culture club/ symbiosis in the stuffed drawers/ get on all fours/ forged from the cave light/ in our precious oral traditions/ cajoled/ recanting visions/ a brick of pure snow on the margin of a page/ numb as fuck sticker star/ killer car/ fight motion of the flaying arms and baptisms by the jar/ full/ metal pressed into human form/ you are so far from never-never land, you’ll never be able to weather the storm

These chimney sweeps are angels/ dangling from umbilical cables/ dusting off the dinnerware of the tables/ tableau/ recent studies have shown/ the your urge to die grows/ barefoot in the sands of Somaliland, creative torture- let the diseases eat ‘em/ and feed the skin bacteria/ microscopic warfare/ a wench living trainspotting in her slum village/ we are the last that survived the needs of this life/ these glasses leave glare streaking across my eyesights/ the sickness has no cure/ in the pages of Marx slung across your floor/ 40 ounces of freewill until the close of the corner store/ sincerely yours, secret agent number 12

Each and every fruit on the tree is rotten/ with Chernobyl spotting/ and flesh peel from the newest neighbors/ to live is to avoid contact with the bookworm savoir preach a murmur/ the church is closed until further notice/ you are shoppers slipping your bad habits under the pretense of voters/ this whole fuckin children thing is a bad habit/ they won’t keep you in treatment and this is the sixth time it’s happened/ and I talk to rappers that only talk about rapping/ and nod politely til their gums can resume flapping/ Filipino defectors/ cold canvas brush swoop and kickbacks for the directors/ nonchalant in my over the hump killer life take/ another one for the record books/ meat slightly salty dripping dinner from the hooks