Job glut

Job glut

Joy, hope, peace, siblinghood
Having sought fear, hatred and pain
Something’s gone awry inside
Halt! They’re out of control

There’s a hidden perspective
Now being firstly discovered
Revealing a lurking presence
By manipulating photography

Stop, wait, you can’t do that
Skills sublime, yet this melody
A musician flirting with limits
Tradition laughing dictates

None of her passion, his ego
Enters the fortress gates
Without the designated authority
The top cock rules the roost

Awkward, no awakening today
Should have been a composer
Emblazoning lyrical informatics
Into modern musical notation

Broadcasting sounds capable
Of carjacking higher faculties
Brainwashing white hats
Open-source guns for hire.

Black heart

Black heart

Your plan is not your trajectory
When first conditions are chaotic
Plenty may still go wrong
In doctrine a closed system

Or else you’d have failed
Incited to tempt in vulnerability
Be imprinted by an outsider
A nascent world-view distortion

But here you are with the ball
Running like a Brundle fly
Fuck your iteration concluding
This tiny black heart can die

It’s carcinogenic crap
Steaming through arteries
Fluid for the biosac
Your precious cornucopia