underclass

enemies disguised as peers and lovers

and they want to bring you down

there are drug dealers spinning plates

while the social circle is torn to bits

by centrifugal force, its so very sad

I wish I could save the whole underclass

 

rat park is a distant dream

we live in a cage instead

 

but dammit I approached the work with an intellectual praxis

where he relied entirely on aesthetic judgements and intuition

 

it was all

ultimately

meaningless

fucksake