Capetonification

Trouble is in my blood
a dead fathers final cursed gift
hereditary promiscuity
the type of moral ineptitude
that can lead a man to shelter the existence of a family
for a fuck
a romance.
I am a product
one part franchise
one part original sin
of this dark inheritance

Trouble is a mad infection
passed on by the box
Thirty frames per second
images of a culture drunk with debauchery
it spreads my disease
with no regard for borders
at a rate of millions
killing the righteous
uplifting the weak
empowering the great
selfish
and greedy
sycophants of this world

Trouble is in the words
so available on the web of all things
history's knowledge
for the cost of a few cents
the dead poets
call from their limbo
a warning
a shadow on the horizon
the promise
of a generation bent on eating itself
from within
Those words do not deter
they encourage
lead on

Trouble is an infatuation with the struggle against conformity
the birth of new society
a soft core revolution
skinny jeans
full body tattoos
beards and bald pussies
macs and iphones
Steve you saw it
YOLO motherfucker
just a god damned
facsimile

Pray
Pray this disease kills you quick
before you see
the metamorphoses
the monster
you will become