what is the motivation
where is the mind
where’s the crank
that will wind
will wake up
what stimulus
will make the organism
contract and shake up

and what possible reasoning
would drive a need
to fuck with something
that isn’t fucking back
pointing laughter
at the children
throwing jellyfish against the wall
without a thought for their sense of feeling
manifesto manifestations destined
to make property out of life
as long as we can teach it

while someone else’s baby
asphyxiates on gas-burned lung tissue
and we pray
but we don’t shoot the president
because we have shit to do
and things to buy tomorrow

and a humanitarian revolution
occludes the view of an idealized future
we hold as ours
and not everyones’
and we keep failing the test
of our prisoner’s dilemma
because reason is fucking dead


About Moly

Average, boring, self-involved human. Twitter: @CultOfCocktails Facebook: facebook.com/MolyTov
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