We are man! Watch us fuck some shit up! This is our finest art. Fucking. Shit. Up.
We knew this was gonna happen. We were warned. Now we’ve gone too far. Was just a matter of time when the stovetop got so hot that all the pots would boil over all at once. And here we are, at the precipice of our own death and destruction, bubbling with rage.
We are man! Watch us fuck some shit up! This is our finest art. Fucking. Shit. Up.
And now we have to reap the consequences of our fucked up world and have no one to blame but our damn selves. Yet still we squabble. Yet still we war. Yet still we divide. As Rome burns, we blame the flames we stoked, all for our own selfish ignorance, for destroying this magnificent freeloading journey upon this heavenly blue orb.
We are man! Watch us fuck some shit up! This is our finest art. Fucking. Shit. Up.
They told us it would be too late when “They” told us so. We didn’t listen then. We’re not listening now. Still selling off tomorrow with the meager profits we gain today. It’s an empty win. Yet here we are, professing…
We are man! Watch us fuck some shit up! This is our finest art. Fucking. Shit. Up.
We wicked fallen beings deserve the fate that awaits us. Maybe we’ll be saved at the 11th hour. But sadly, last I heard, Superman skipped planet. And Jesus? Word is He got sick of hearing His words twisted by hypocrites. He was heard muttering, “Save your damned selves.” as He ascended back to heaven. Perhaps aliens will swoop down one of these days and hopefully they’re of the friendly kind. But even if they are, we’d fuck shit up.
It’s. What. We. Do.
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I truely imbibe the sense of your flair dear Johnny! Honesty and truth should be loud in art. And he is the person who can suck the sugar from brine and bitter. And it is still the question world can understand the conoted part or not
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Like I said in our chat, it’s the poet’s responsibility to be the voice of truth… whether whimpered, whispered, loudly, proudly… it’s. what. we. do.