No returns
We have fallen from innocence
and encapsulated into the modern era of shit
of computerized nonsense
zero and ones have become our leader
they hold us prisoner
like in a Nazi death camp
sentenced to the gas chamber
and we are so stupid
so in denial of truth
that we wait like a bug on a green leaf
unable to move out of fear
as the storm that is brewing
ten thousand miles away
waits like an obedient child
waiting to wipe us out
destroy us
as we keep pushing black buttons
on a terminal device
of failure
we have all become pawns
on a board game
of chance
to the power of the internet
to the illusion of easement
a new day is upon us
but there is evil
in its power
nobody even knows who invented
all this shit
it just popped up from out of nowhere
if you ask me
the aliens gave us this technology
so we could destroy our self
that's why no one knows how to fix this shit
because we did not invent it
and yet our ego will not except this
we think we hold the power
of life and death
in our hands
because the world today
is filled with millennium egomaniacs
that think they know everything
when in fact they no nothing
they are the stupidest generation
that has ever existed
and we are at the control of these idiots
because we are outnumbered
like pigs in a slaughterhouse
awaiting the razors edge
and all these millennium jerk offs
have no regard or respect for
anyone or anything
a new language is born
that no one understands
a new social work ethnic
a new set of values
all new rules
that do not work
all big ideas without a plan
just a fart in the wind
who can not smell the roses
everything has been subsidized
institutionalized
by the scumbags
ten pounds of shit in a half pound bag
and we keep laughing
like a clown in a circus
drinking our $9.00 cafe late'
and having fantasy's of a gang bang on a Friday night
of drunkenness
while we have cocktails with our pinky extended
like a hard on inside a teenagers pants
and drive a financed BMW
for $1,200.00 a month payment
we are all such phonies
such predictable fools
a pack of calculated liars
everyone and everything is a bullshit story
a fallacy riding on the backs of failure
nothing has any value
no sentiment
it is a Bic lighter world
of disposable people
and antiquated things
to be dis-guarded
like a used pair of underwear
and all I can say
is we really fucked things up
to the point of
no return..
Ken Riccio original poems (c)
