Endless Spinning Globe
Endless fucking spinning globe,
I hold no love for thee and thy ways.
Ever trodden on yet, somehow you pull the strings
you cerulean and emerald whore.
And where do I stand in the scale.
To you I am insignificant and, it seems
my greatest power is that I am as such
also to myself.
And for what? I exist here to help spread
this disgusting disgrace of a race of waste?
These human beings? Parasites!?
A pox.
Like cancer we grow.
And so my brain shivers incessantly.
My body with it, with no control.
If only you could slow for a moment,
I could catch up.
But you keep on fucking spinning.
And so what’s left? But death…
