Commodities

The coldness is cool once nothing is left to assume

At the drop of a dime when people switch up

It wasn't a switch up, you just glitched up unrecognized signs

Consequences for the Star Struck and other Horror scopes

Interesting slide down slippery slopes

Invoked by all and sundry

Stormy blues clouds the Sunday

Come what may and letting go of what kills

Being more than just a bill payer in a fucked up system

Pistons firing hardwired to the calamity

The bullet wounded deputies and in hiding sheriff

American tariffs produce Chinese taxes

Can't get no satisfaction

But get Prozac and Xanax

Cocaine and borax and THC wax

Strong as fuck

To silence All The Voices

Be morose and dark

Heartless with no heart

Just commodities

Commodified realities

Uncertainty about tomorrow and next second of this minute

Right now

There's a bullet racing fast

Right now

There's someone's first blast

Right now

Congregations of the night

Right now

People being other than themselves

Right now

We seeing whole systems fail

And the plan is man oh man oh man

It's hell to tell the captain

Folk flapping in the wind....

...trying to hold on to what is gone