Here comes the dot com start up pro,
Here comes the worldwide quid pro quo.
Been selling “freedom” before Rome built roads,
And advertising snake oil from ages ago.
Forever and a day been on this plateau,
Looking for ways to break the mold,
By stretching boarders until they explode.
Over and over the pattern reloads,
Refining boiler room ways to hustle and flow,
And using human crash dummies to test the soul.
Do you really not see this drug-race war road?
Tear down, build up, confidence low.
Fine lines, cut crossed, state puff blow.
Last day on earth moral compass erodes!
Spellbound, careening off a cliff, uncontrolled,
Leading to unchecked power bestowed.
But don’t think this serial killer can’t change MO’s,
Transforming more than meets the all-seeing eye mode.
Now here’s my disclaimer – look out below;
It’s by the fruit that the tree you can know.
I’m not trying to troll, everything I’m saying has been foretold,
But we don’t have the patience for a blow by blow.
Got a 140-character limit in our attention span imposed,
Can’t read a book, so the good book stays closed.
Can’t form an opinion; got to take a poll.
See what’s popular so we know what to download.
No, I haven’t bought into conspiracies, they’re displayed bold.
No, I’m not telling theories, these are facts you’ve been told.
Don’t want to hear, so we drowned Jacques “Jesus” Cousteau,
Leaving truth undiscovered, and the apocalypse withhold.
Got nothing but breaking fake news continually doled,
Got nothing but lies on each side of the show,
It’s like life is soap opera wresting, simply changing the foe,
And we forget the past, dooming our repeated row.
Cajoling our way down a corroding commode,
Until He finally comes with a fiery glow, but labeled as a dangerous UFO.
COMING FORWARD 