To Everyone Down on Their Luck Who’s Ever Tried to Cut Me Down

You, who hoping to find the answer,
So went to the doctor asking,
“How can I survive the pain in my head?”
And was spoken to in measured tones instead
Of gratitude lists and secularized gauze
Ripped from a mandala on some poor monks wall
Dragged down to Earth with bracket drugs to man the barricades
This is not the way

Humanity is the medium in which we exist
Humanity is the bee hive on which we trip
Humanity is of many minds
Humanity likes to repeat itself
Humanity is thicker than water
Humanity is kind of slow
Humanity didn’t make the rules
Humanity is just doing their job
Humanity’s making the omelets
It’s nothing personal
Humanity has bills to pay
Humanity is behind on the rent
Humanity isn’t made out of cash
Humanity sewed the clothes on our back
Humanity protects me from the full force of your wrath

You, who are part of the monster they created
To chew up the evolutionary vanguard and spit out our broken bones on the sidewalk for example
Why can’t you see?
We are made of broken bones
We are golem

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