Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Worker, Worker




Worker, worker
Always toiling and suffering, never have time
Pain on our face, while we’re telling you fine
Breaking our bodies, working away on the grind
Losing our mind, watching our lives unwind

Worker, worker
Alienated, but force our mouth, to move
So sedated, we can never, find a groove
Exploitation, got us feeling, just like a fool
Never, anything extra, every month, rent is due

Worker, worker
No dirt, under our feet, just dog shit and concrete
Keep us tweaked, keep us stupid, keep us weak
Open your mouth, lock you up, no one taking risks
Worker power, class war, raise your fucking fist

Worker, worker
I’m sorry we never see our kids, I’m sorry
For the bids, the bosses, the landlords, the pricks
Fuck the cops, and they street dictatorships
Lost our vision, we can only see apocalypse

Worker, worker
Shitty food, no immune system, we always sick
Food desert in the hood, all the docs writing ‘scripts
Feeding fast food to the kids, sugar water piss
Into the fucking wind, the poor are left to twist

Worker, worker
Working conditions, shortening our lives
No win situation, the bourgeoisie tells us lies
Stuck in stagnation, no revolution in sight
Try to make it another day, just one more night

Worker, worker
Smash the state, and build something new in its place
No more sectarian shit, no same shit different face
Build a movement, stop your sellout paper chase
Its not just for your family, fight for the Earth and the human race

Clumsy Exploitation




nothing 
surprises 
us 
anymore
about 
this
capitalist
reality
it's
the
same
voice
talking
to
us
everywhere
we 
go
echoing
ideas
so
vapid 
and
hollow
we
try to
prepare 
optimistically
for 
tomorrow
while
we
manage
our 
clumsy 
exploitation
and 
intimate
alienation






Tuesday, June 24, 2014

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

Monday, June 23, 2014

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