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Feeling a little grumpy and at wits end about things. I know this doesn't offer much hope but sometimes there isn't any or sometimes it seems like being hopeful is just another form of denial. Anyway that's the mood I'm in. I've been reading "The Culture of Make Believe" by Derrick Jensen.
This morning at approximately 8 o’clock
A woman in China committed suicide
After working in a computer factory
For 16 hours for 6 straight days
For 11 weeks in a row
She helped build my laptop
The one I type out all my poems on
So I logged on to facebook
To update my status with her story
It was the least I could do
Within moments a “friend” of mine
Said “It’s meant to be, like the time
I lost my job at the day spa and I thought
I wouldn’t be able to keep making the payments
On my electric bike but the next day my cousin
Got me job writing press releases for a
Water purification, company which is perfect for me
Because I love clean water and it’s so important
Not just in the third world countries either
But here to, so no worries alright, it’s all good”
It’s all good? No worries?
Children are being copyrighted so they can be cloned
And sold as prostitutes for men whose penises
Are smaller than their oil rigs
Right now someone in Hollywood
Is working on a movie that will celebrate
The stock market corn holes who bankrupted
Almost every western nation’s pension
I can see it now, “My name is Bonds, Junk Bonds”
It’s all good? No worries?
We’re all a bunch of weapons of self-destruction
Everything we’ve ever created is soaked in blood
Murder, rape and torture are the three food groups
Of our society, the grease that quiets the squeak
Of our consciences whenever we pull our heads
Out of our ostrich’s asses to take a look around
They say the first step to solving a problem
Is admitting there’s a problem
But no one in charge seems willing to admit
The problem is us and we’re sinking faster
Than an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico
The price of our comfort
Is the inevitable collapse but as long
As our last meal is a salad made from vegetables
Shipped from 5000 miles away no one’s going to care
Because it’s all good, no worries, right?
This morning at approximately 8 o’clock
A woman in China committed suicide
After working in a computer factory
For 16 hours for 6 straight days
For 11 weeks in a row
She helped build my laptop
The one I type out all my poems on
So I logged on to facebook
To update my status with her story
It was the least I could do
Within moments a “friend” of mine
Said “It’s meant to be, like the time
I lost my job at the day spa and I thought
I wouldn’t be able to keep making the payments
On my electric bike but the next day my cousin
Got me job writing press releases for a
Water purification, company which is perfect for me
Because I love clean water and it’s so important
Not just in the third world countries either
But here to, so no worries alright, it’s all good”
It’s all good? No worries?
Children are being copyrighted so they can be cloned
And sold as prostitutes for men whose penises
Are smaller than their oil rigs
Right now someone in Hollywood
Is working on a movie that will celebrate
The stock market corn holes who bankrupted
Almost every western nation’s pension
I can see it now, “My name is Bonds, Junk Bonds”
It’s all good? No worries?
We’re all a bunch of weapons of self-destruction
Everything we’ve ever created is soaked in blood
Murder, rape and torture are the three food groups
Of our society, the grease that quiets the squeak
Of our consciences whenever we pull our heads
Out of our ostrich’s asses to take a look around
They say the first step to solving a problem
Is admitting there’s a problem
But no one in charge seems willing to admit
The problem is us and we’re sinking faster
Than an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico
The price of our comfort
Is the inevitable collapse but as long
As our last meal is a salad made from vegetables
Shipped from 5000 miles away no one’s going to care
Because it’s all good, no worries, right?