Neural Apocalypse

Yo, what happened to us?
Went from functional humans to a nation of mush,
brains fogged like dashboards on abandoned school buses,
droppin’ IQ like dust—
“we want them infected” echoing through corridors
while the virus clocks overtime like a lawyer with endless chores.

Docs barefaced on shift while young athletes drop unseen,
talking heads preach handwashing like it’s still quarantine,
air safety dead, planes fallin’ through a turbulence machine,
and Trump’s gold filigree tackin’ tacky stains on every civic scene—
a convicted felon breakin’ laws he could’ve followed clean.

Covid hits dendrites like a thermite charge,
rewires personality like AI scaled too large,
drops inhibition, cognition, decision precision—
that’s why every headline reads like a mass audition.

People say I’m “doomscrolling,” but the data keeps reloadin’,
society keeps corrodin’,
and their neurons keep erodin’.

What happened to us?!
Every day a newsflash lookin’ like a war crime—
brains infected, morals rejected,
nation so numb it can’t detect shit.

What happened to us?!
We regress like it’s our full-time job,
livin’ on denial while reality throbs.

Megyn Kelly out here buffing Epstein like he’s “misunderstood,”
defending predators on air like “it’s not that bad, we’re good”—
YO WHAT THE FUCK?? Fifteen??
That’s a child, Megyn.
But morality gets thin when your frontal lobe’s been
oxygen-starved since infection number ten.

Predators get PR, decency feels bizarre,
“freedom” means “infect me harder, take it too far.”

Pastors citing Jesus while denying evolution,
politicians legislatin’ in long-COVID confusion,
parents shouting “open schools!” while the virus keeps infusin’
their endothelial lining with a ticking-time contusion.

Corporations chant “productivity!”
while cardiologists whisper “my god, the activity…”
of microglia eating memories like overdue utilities—
we’ve lost the ability
to recognize instability.

This ain’t politics—
it’s neural apocalypse,
serotonin throttled by a cytokine metropolis,
“grandma’s different now,”
“dad gets angry somehow,”
“best friend changed”—and nobody connects it
to the infection
that hijacks wiring direction.

Airports raw-dogging the atmosphere,
schools treat clean air like a foreign idea,
experts still arguing masks like it’s 2020 trivia—
bro, the bar is subterranean out here.

Climate collapse, fascists makin’ a comeback,
grifters pushing freedom like a dollar-store thumbtack,
healthcare gutted while billionaires get a fun snack—
all while a neurotropic virus runs laps.

Half the nation can’t hold a thought in memory,
paranoia creepin’ like a discount documentary,
executive function droppin’ like the price of dignity—
damage preventable,
but “too inconvenient,”
so the fallout turned exponential,
irreversible,
continental.

So yeah—what happened to us?
Infected, neglected, politically misdirected,
brains disconnected,
morals unprotected.

Lights on—nobody home,
but everybody opinioned.
Not stupidity—
virus-driven cognition.

A triple-time barrage of sharp multisyllabic rhymes, dystopian realism, and cultural critique delivered with venom.