Here’s a great comment on contemporary culture, and what we should really be considering. Every now and again I dose my self with some anti-establishment literature to soothe my soul.
This is just kick-ass nihilism!
Poet: Andrew C.
Welcome to my-face-space-book, dot com
It’s a social network created by so-called experts
The finest in brainwash scientists teamed up
A collaboration in emancipating humanity from itself
Green bucks, vanity in a nutshell
Just to feel the built in wallets in their butt’s swell
Sometimes it makes my gut delve
But the thought stops it’s lingering
When I start fingering my keyboard
This is better than an MTV brand sea-shore
Full of three-hundred and thirty-three whores
I can chat while getting my favorite corporation’s logo tattooed
The book fell of the ledge in to the flaming pit
How does literature cooked taste?
How’s for a survey to find the answer?
Dan from Montana thinks it tastes like wal-mart cancer
Which, by the way, tastes delicious
Or so I’m told by Ex-Sex-Pistols bassist, Sid Vicious
But isn’t he dead?
Of course, but his name-sake was bought by Macky-Fred
Or was it Freddy-Mac, Goldman and Sachs?
My-face feels like it just got taxed for it’s space
My face feels like it was attacked by a burning copy of The Grapes of Wrath
My, my… how it feels to be faceless
Lipless, tongue-less equals tasteless
Everything I held dear is make-shift
My-face-space-book, dot calm
raped and left for dead on the front lawn