The Personal Is Political
Imagine fun. No, really,
I mean FUN! Each brain
cell laughing, slapping time
to a different prolegomenon.
In the beginning was THE
and in the beginning THE was
and the beginning was in THE
as THE was in the beginning.
“That is all ye need to know!”
cries the showboat at the show.
A riddle solved in reverse,
recut and cast as a curse.
Gun Flow Lying to THE People!
Black hand crying becoming
norm. With Heartbeat dying
to watch. It’s all kept warm
on a petri dish for continuous
calibration, mad modification.
Get it juuust Goldilocks right
and Bam! *Instant Karmafication*
Gonna shake the walls and
rattle the halls of this here
Lego Nation! Every day’s
a Celebration! And you’re
not invited. The Committee
decided. It’s all been divided.
A sick red mind invented race,
that never ending finish line.