Some notes on ego

Leggo my ego.

It's way to hot in this toaster

Nothing left of me cept a faint ring of moisture on a disposable coaster

Pop art selling spray farts as masterpieces of scammers hearts and souls and lying eyes as windows to the empty hole that is the ravenous appetite of my cancerously swollen ego

Pumped up on false hope and chemical desire feeding the fire of our false economy and selling our children's future in the name of Christ

Designing a system of logistics around one big lie and then acting surprised when the crooks at the top are caught raping our youth

Drugs are bad and banks are good

It's fucking sad that that’s mood

As we

Fight for the dignity found in feces

As we wade through the feces

As we sacrifice our values

At the alter of false pride

As we live and die

As we can see

Quite casually in