‘Progress, Man’s distinctive mark alone’,
A line that nicely sets the tone...
Is it blessing or wretched curse?
Forever climbing, from womb to hearse...
Clawing up a step, maybe two,
Convinced that those above are in a 'better' zoo...
Being told to live in the ‘now’,
Yet never understanding how...
Be content with where you are,
But also aim to go quite far...
Constantly striving for that cap stone,
Even half-assedly and with a groan...
This Matrix is set up as such,
That the pinnacle is just out of touch,
But it Entices and Threatens all at once,
With the carrot AND the stick,
If you don’t act like all the cunts,
You’ll end up looking like a prick...
When you finally reach the top,
If you’re clever, with eyes to see,
You’ll see yourself as just a drop,
At the feet of the next Humanarchy...
Fin
I suppose I should have some footer asking for follows, votes or Love...
