He's laying on his hot rock Waiting for old skin to drop The price you pay, a dependency Or you will freeze When heat’s withdrawn It's a weird economy From which we are borrowing From health of descendants But no magical entropy Like we were promised Lady luck I will mop the blood from your bed For you run a strange enterprise I promise not to ask too many questions Bend the shanks of your shoes To blunt Occam's razor Because the world of chaos Is more interesting to sell Because you can bite the hand that feeds Or kiss the ring Of one that hits

There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre

Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot

I bow my head To let you scratch And still address the issue of this Tame theory Tame theory Of how an animal is tamed When it’s served what it wants And there’s plenty to go ‘round Because there’s plenty of bullshit In the illusion of tame theory

He’s your scripted master Without life as apprentice But in talkshow snow We just need wind He’s got powder to blow And thinks he controls Men with handles on machines This is the order We all want to be chiefs It’s all kayfabe Above the hole, there’s only tape Take a pencil and rewind Dig to the outside From the foot of this horse On his way to be glue I’ll meet you on the other side Of this hammered steel shoe

“Who are you married to?” A grandpa asked me once about my ring I used to wear it on my middle finger But I’ve eaten too much fat off the land For it to fit there and turned docile Creature comforts of a bloated life Solving problems by creating Illusion of dignity And portion control Funny how you can red that metric off fast Once you have access to enough But if you pay the price And smile as enshittification takes away From privilege you never deserved But were promised You go on with a day that Is structured by omniscience in advertisements And the subsidies of early venture capital That trickles down into your little world

Sometimes skin’s so transparent That one can’t focus To see the anabranches of the trees From forest Is it still embryonic, or now too old Thickness is a stage you pass For when you are tough enough That’s what I’ve been sold From some jackass What’s this charade Of mechanised elves and kool-aid Sea-horseshoes that we follow to the end Til you see Alaska from your house Don’t trust an agent who pulls More carbon from the earth into the atmosphere Than the fattest man on land

What a place to see your face from водата се идва водата се идва Of inner space to get a taste of

From bicycles and cigarettes To corset waists and MAGA face, Why are we now looking At the new Old Woman?

He’s the kind of man to salt a snail So I’ll ask him to bring me Three sparrows and three pigeons to Fly home and burn his town, oh Such silly useful idiots Always flying home To their bad masters Your neighbours behave Only in intact chains And your city isn’t far For fire to hone, no Because of hollow marrow Fire will carbonise it all And I will get the last laughs When I’m finished with their pastures So I’ll ask him to bring me Three sparrows and three pigeons to Fly home and burn his town, oh Such silly useful idiots Always flying home To their bad masters