99 Cent Clowns

Commentary on media and social networking

misguided missile launchers wearing high heels and immature mouths
ask you for the time and when this can all be over

they live in primordial sub cultures where all you see is pictures
nothing but blurbs and emoticons
they never wonder if this is wrong, all they see is suburbs
playing songs that have to do with sex and the 21st century vision

I found out one day via digital information that I never had a mission, someone messaged me: “patience is mastered, it can never be learned”
I believe mastery is not earned, it’s bled for by the soldiers of history
left dead for all the 5 star directors to see
or at least by you and me

but there are always so much better things to view
99 cent clowns selling 2 dollar tickets and nothing to do
Styrofoam eyes wondering if I’ll ever get with it
golden microphones eliminating sound

we can see everything
it’s too digital to ignore
YOU ARE TOO NAKED

this is false exposure
f**k 15 minutes… GIVE ME 15 YEARS OF FAME!
watch my videos, never at your leisure
they have 222 different pictures of you
all of someone pretending that they’re so innocent so pure

but these numeric platforms reveal the s**t behind the curtain
all the false rhetoric, all the barbs and bourbon
all the candid smiles, all the constructed lives
all the backed up files of all your different wives

this is all okay, the strings they can’t catch fire
they are made of copper wire, for all the fakes and liars
there will be 325 friends liking things you think about
but no one in your bed, no one to let it out

everyone to read you cry, no one to hear you shout
everyone to see you die, no one knows your dead
no one knows you love, at least they can look it up
this is what we’re made of, when will it be enough?

Author's Note

ignore grammar