925

rage against the machine plays
loud, to 11
it’s not 3 pm
i’ve got a good buzz.
it could be worse –
it could get better.
“things to remember”
I already forgot
just how much i despise
in-volunteerism
“remember kids,
if you wanna pay rent,
you gotta sell your ass.”
it was always so clear,
just deaf for my ear;
disbelief is the source
of d’Nile.
thought i’d be a millionaire:
born into poverty,
you can’t get there from here
.
ALL OF WHICH ARE AMERICAN DREAMS!
.
i got out to the midwest of europe…
same here as anywhere.
Collaborators are the same,
they just color their hair…
ex-punk, they say…
their revolution was for decay;
it came and went,
but they’re still here.
baseball bats are their fate.
what is my fate?
whatever it is,
I don’t think you can
get there from here.
.
ALL OF WHICH ARE AMERICAN DREAMS!
.
it ain’t quite quittin’ time,
but i quit a long time
ago.
give up, it’s easier…
give up, it’s nicer…
give up, it’s only way to be free.
i will barely do what you tell me.
i will barely do what you tell me.
i will barely do what you tell me!
.
ALL OF WHICH ARE AMERICAN SCREAMS!
.
I’m fucked, but not as bad
as those just coming in…
I only got 20 more years on my sentence.
counting days like it was penance…
for what? original sin, motherfucker.
you got born, you got to live…
now you got to pay, motherfucker!
— i don’t even go to funerals anymore,
— i’m just jealous of their good fortune.
— i won’t leave offerings for Fortuna,
— ’cause she already fucked me.
(i can’t speak for anyone else, but probably them, too)
i should have negotiated for more,
but negotiations are always so dull.
“you’re gonna sell your ass
no matter
if you like it or not.”