Twirling in my spit upon sneakers,
I release a force field energy, unlike any other.
The press say I’m a monster,
But in actuality,
I’m a beast.
The different between the two is vast,
Yet the public outcry for us to have labels.
I’ve seen your future.
War torn vehicles,
And nothing but sand in between them.
A hyper violent Mad Max reality.
I never thought words would become artisan ammunition,
But we now have Pre-K adolescents biting the head off verbal
grenades
And watching from a safe distance.
This acidic lifestyle has poisoned the well we drink from.
Technology is supreme.
I pray you all die long before you ever see this day.
