The Scientist

Where were you in 1984?
what excuse could there be for falling for the same fucking trix
for the last eighteen years, two months, and two days
is it geography or laziness that forges these loops
that create and define you?
conquer then bleed you
strange that I should even care
or write
struggle or bite for the very same device
your science is an idiots hornie glare
where chaotic collisions perpetuate bad dreams
that seem to have no end
I'm a breath of stale air
floating through as a reminder
flaming towards the same reversal
perverse and stagnate
a bastard of invention
these beautiful things always scab...and return
become frustrated...then leave
and while "they" are your trash....."you" are ours...
and "we" are their's
and "they" are yours...
a failing formula for a growing breed
virtual threats and fantasies
coupled with a low IQ
can damage and destroy anything thinkable
or tangible
if it's warm...you'll fuck it, send it away, then fuck it again
sometimes.