The Oblivous Nature of Society

The hurt feelings brigade. . .

She's in fashion these days

Like something cold blooded

Unaware for the most part . . .

A quite fashionable fascist

Movement (type of)

Coated in obliviousness

And assumed things

Of the very reactionary sort

- - - - - - (your silence is a hate crime)

So they tell them. . .

It's really just a throwback style

Back when all we had was feeling

No writing

No history

No law

No bigotry

Just flesh hunting flesh

Before the meek played the world

With language games

With willful ignorance

With the forgetfulness

(that comes with that)

With shame

For being exactly who she is

A f*****g ball full of human

c***s and c***s

　　unequivocally so

Just

Like

You

Me and everybody

Where the dead sleep

Where the living dance

　　 we are so very much all of that

Organized around what brought us here

　　 prejudice against the weak

And it still smells the same

Any time or way you slice it

Our intellect will always fight herself

　　 nature hates her conscious

(call it ignorant self preservation)

　　　　to seem kind

(to bait a hook)

Like an intellectual cannibal

The mind is and always will be

　　　　　　 all about survival

Unequivocally

Author's Note