Skinny Jean Dreams

the day you

catch me,

wearing

name brands and

skinny jeans

i’ll be smoking

tina

with the

skinny fiends

i’ll be having

silly dreams,

about fame

and C.R.E.A.M.

stuck between,

exhaustion

and the need

to scream

you will 

never catch me

off the rails

or on the 

marked trails

we need 

more successes

and less fails

more trying to live

a life that means

something for

the future beings

part of the tales 

told by the whales
political prisoners 
Fill up the jails

Dystopic Phobia

Nothing hiding

In the mists and shadows

But class antagonists

And rich assholes

Who make more poverty

And more mounting debts

Shoving us deeper down,

into the depths

Killing us more, every day

Everyone poor, never enough pay

Everyday, killing each other

Imprisoning my sisters and brothers

I repress my oppression

I regress in my depression

No lesson in making concessions

Your digression, becomes a obsession

Stuck in the past or a dystopia

Suffering from a bad case of myopia

Your vision gives me claustrophobia
Or some kind of fucked up phobia

Capitalist Kitsch

Capitalism is the largest cult

Every member, trying to crush you to a pulp

Work you to death and leave scars

Inject the market, with horrible war

This system, be peddling apathy

I got a wrath that I can’t scratch or see

Lead by fucking sociopaths and moonbats

Can’t escape this poverty trap, king of the rats

Steady exploitation, webs of oppression

Can’t shake away the repression

Invisible hand tight round my neck, I’m choked

Lost in a haze of booze and dab smoke

The essence is to be present

No acquiescence, or forced concessions

Keep to the struggle, only progression,

No estranged relations and alienation

False meritocracy

So sad to see, so much poverty

Sadness in the eyes, of almost everybody

The guises we carry, are so heavy

Regrets need to be buried, be wary

Of getting lost in fantasy and the, delusionary

Tarry favors, your cronyism, and inheritance

It’s easy to walk the tightrope with a safety net

Try living check to check, you’d never make it

Pretend to struggle in the city, you are shit

So later, you can go on, in Salon,

writing about how you toughed it

Just a shitty anthropologist,

in your ethnographic bliss

Got your degree,

pretending to care about the poor and dissed

But you are far too narcissistic
And can produce only kitsch

Hold Our Hand Up

Capitalism is

The puppeteer

Of our filaments

In this atmosphere

Of delusions and fear

Insatiable greed

Demands more

Twitching

For the bourgeoisie

Abhorring

Our own

Supplanted desire

Confined within

Self-defeated mire

Assertions of

Socialist desertions

Hunger and thirst

You always do your worst
Regardless, of your curse

We'll still hold our hand up
Drowning in plastic trash
Until we smash gender and class

The System Was Never Broken It Was Built This Way

 

Everyday, 

is wasting away, 

my labor goes to pay

Thought I had, 

nothing more to say, 

everybody,

acting cray

Will I survive another day? 

Everywhere is this game, 

that, I refuse to play

Make my name,

off someone else name

It’s a shame, poverty stains

Stop dreaming 

of running away

You ain’t got a choice, 

but to stay

This life is rough but

I’d never trade

I see you always lying

Soon, it all begins to fade

All my dues are paid, 

but I got debts, 

that won’t never go away

Everyone’s bald and fat, 

but I still weigh the same, 

I still ride the train

I still carry the flame

Fucking wingnuts

I know who to blame, 

went to school, 

but I'm still a wage slave

I can't be trained

Fuck the fortune, 

and fuck the fame, 

This capitalist life

is always pained

My pockets,

always lame, 

my bank account is drained

My class is always framed, 

crack the whip once, 

and the rebels are tame

Historically a blip, 

My generation blamed, 

we need to make it plain

Everybody suffering, 

can we take the strain? 

Times is moving too fast

People in too much pain

Elders pass the flame, 

to those who stayed sane

Feet on the ground, 

ear to the sounds, 

still not prayin’

Started at the bottom, 

still at the bottom, 

no lose—no gain

Never forgot, 

from where from I came, 

This poverty just

still looks the same
Walking forward
Directly into the flame 

Grace With Age and Age With Grace

In The Face

This cultural impotence is expected,

My back is a broken bridge, and my pockets have no sense

This is no way to live. The people are tense.

The masses tremble, for the academics, we got only contempt

Assemble against bourgeois thievery, and oppression.

Learn from the lessons, of micro-sects, hard lines, and regression.

All this dogma, clogs the arteries, like slices of bacon.

Whole system, based around taking, prole forsaken.

Talk like a radical, live like a capitalist, stop faking.

Too smart to work together, and too stupid to stop in fighting.

Tired of left griping, oppression Olympics, and straight up lying.

We can’t get it up for capitalism anymore, or pretend.

That we're not poor, born in the slums, fend for ourselves.

We've been on the run since we was fetus,

All theory, no action, fucking self defeatist.
All action, no theory, no context, taking risks

We're flattened pigeons, ground into the asphalt.

Born with no optimism, beneath the rusty scaffolds.

Lived during the time of the rich-men, walking among the cuckolds.

While the people are suffering, the rich knuckle us worse

The bloody feathers and bones are soft under his boots.

Cops are just an extension of the state, always been in cahoots.

The city is filthy with the grime of madness, pain and abuse

This daily struggle drains away our goals

Are you still looking around for your nonexistent souls?

Or deeply into your own growing desperation?
What lesson did 6 billion learn? What contemplation?

Stop the delusions of the illusions you chase 
Negate everything, all this bullshit is erased

Find our way through the haze, at a steady pace

Anti-Vagina Propaganda, By the Cock

Fight against, 
this feminist backlash

They invoke the clash, 
violence, imposes the limits

Fight, fuck being timid, 
every second, 
men raping and killing

It's always time to fight,
for the life, rights 
and equality of women

You are twisted, 
if you got, 
no love for, mothers, 
daughters, and sisters

In the shadows, 
abusers whisper, 
midnight marches 
against the twisted

Fear, tools of patriarchy, 
the waters, 
full of sharks to steady flee,

Talking malarkey, 
women shouldn’t 
have to live in fear

Stigmas 
for those who survive, 
attempted murder

But still alive, 
original workers, 
revealed, under the lies

On a mission to take back, 
day and night, 
in solidarity, we walk,

Time to fight, 
blamed for all the evils 
like Pandora’s box,

Anti-vagina propaganda, 
by the cock

The male mantra, 
chants only to kill, 
and to fuck, 

Illusively Unglued

Feeling the blues, I’m coming unglued

This chaotic life, got me confused

Everyone pretends, to play by the rules

Reality is, unspoken and cruel

I want to fight side by side, not in a duel

Tangled in this spider web, of subterfuge

You always lose, when you are the stooge

Stop skipping around and find a groove

I don’t want the cray, the swag or the juice

I want to get loose; I want your voice in the booth

I search for liberation, not illusive truth

What’s the use? The tree bears bitter fruit

If you don’t believe, you can’t get duped

Like most people, we live poverty, in a loop

Misplaced my rhythm, but not optimism

Fighting for justice, is a everyday decision

Nothing has luster, when you live, only for substance

Justice, I take a tough stance, fuck chance

With the people I dance, or it’s not my revolution

Capitalism, is a forgone conclusion

In the struggle, lies fusion, in praxis sleeps our solution

What do we pass up to the future?

Outside of a culture completely useless

Trying to make a trillion is so fruitless

And when a million isn’t enough, how stupid

Everything rotten, except us, the roots

The hardest gangsters now, they wear the suits

On the edge of war, I hear synchronized boots