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The elephant
04:00
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As we approach the zenith of technology
And the machines know more than us
Because we designed them that way
Evolution moves inside the box
So many questions, so few answers
But still one question never asked
If we desire to save others
Will we first sacrifice ourselves?
The elephant in this room
Blood spilled for the greater good
As a revolutionary act
A sharpened blade of action
To cut through pointless words
Expectation of salvation to come
From some benevolent guiding hand
Or deliverance from our own evil
Via any means but us
The elephant in this room
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Ever get the feeling you’re being cheated?
Kneeling at the crumbling altar of whichever fake idol you’ve decided is THE REAL ONE.
Watching as the 21st century reveals itself as the historic equivalent of a lagered up bar brawl.
Best not get involved…”He’s not worth it, Tracy”. Walk away and pretend like it isn’t happening.
Head back to your castle and hide your head in the latest Netflix or whatever distraction you can muster.
Meanwhile the altars continue to crumble, and the plebs scrabble for the crumbs.
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
They’re sharpening the knives, and we’re first – amuse bouche at a banquet for the end of the world.
The end of our world, anyway, the cockroaches will be just fine.
When the blindfold is taken off, you’ve pinned the tail on the wrong donkey, span around so many times you couldn’t tell a donkey from your neighbour any more.
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
You couldn’t make it up, except lots of people have, but this story has a cast of characters more like a straight-to-video than an Orwell novel.
And us? We’re all just extras in one final vanity project, the last days of Hollywood writ large, no need for expensive special effects.
Put on your make-up, son, and make sure you’re wearing your clean pants.
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
SCRABBLE
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Sleazopoly
04:00
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Start from square one
Unless you’re one of the lucky few
Silver spoons for a mascot
And advance to Mayfair
Sleazopoly
Sleazopoly
Sleazopoly
Sleazopoly
The more you have the more you get
The more you get the more you show
The morons get the chances
Yet their time will come as we all know
Square two is the leveller
Social standing counts for nought
Some people like a posh boy
But yet others give it thought
As society watches closely
While the fops ride blindly on
Years of history and tradition
Find their time is now long gone
And yet status quo is persuasive
Everybody likes the norm
Even while we buckle up
To face the coming storm
Sleazopoly
Sleazopoly
Sleazopoly
Sleazopoly
The more you have the more you get
The more you get the more you show
The morons get the chances
Yet their time will come as we all know
Square three is the unknown
Fractal pathways down to one
Choices given, choices taken
Almost every option gone
Unique chances for the future
If we use our knowledge well
Or just slip into oblivion
Easy option, no hard sell
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Progress
04:40
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They call it progress
I call it self-mutilation
Shot in the foot
Like some novel fashion accessory
Choke and be choked
The cycle of modern life
Civilisation reboots
As an advert for hand cream
Fortune favours the brave
And so favours none at all
Cowardice and ignorance
Our shallow obituary
Humanity in retrograde
Steady progress to the grave
Observe, ignore, repeat
Then return to the cave
Always moving forwards
Some goal of ultimate comfort
A cushion of technology
Easy come easy go with no care
We saved our tears for ourselves
No care for those to come
Whole species cast aside
Like a used johnny
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