Weapons of Echolocation, Attack On Meatocracy

Red-handed-echo location -weapon bouncing back and forth off our minds eating the metal off our top shelves... where the hell are Santa's elves. Oh well, this isn't so bad no toilet paper a silly mask some dirty behinds everyone's equally-beautiful. This is the silver lining... We will survive we've been through worse. Will we be wise to the dirty flies laying eggs on our meatocracy. Maggots unleashed, there is no calm. No such thing as free Even the air can cost us everything. Gold can be worthless if perched on a finger and laid in the earth. Unless poached by the grave digger we need an infusion of peaceful things and peaceful beings.