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Encrypted data is coming through,
It's up to you to decode,
Explode into your role,
The sole actor of a show,
A monodrama only you know,
Choose how you want it to go,
Follow the guidelines,
A design made by you,
True to your intentions,
It grows in your dimension,
And add some tension,
Your attention is key,
When acting out a reality,
Only you can see the camera,
The Extras on the set,
Don't even know it yet,
So, you get to decide,
when the tides will turn,
Learn how to engage,
Set the stage for success,
Mess around a little,
A brittle shell will soon crack,
Packed full of potential,
An exponential increase awaits,
Straight after a few words from our Sponsors.
Software that’s deployed incomplete,
we are expected to go with the flow.
Agile is supposed to put people first?
I’m looking at a slew of burnt out staff.
Expectations without the proper tools,
I’m not really a fan of looking like a fool.
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
The patrons who choose our business
notice the consistent inconsistencies.
Drops, outages, and all flavors of ‘Fail’
are not supposed to be commonplace.
Piling on more the experts won’t survive,
nothing will be left of a fine tuned skillset.
Quality or quantity? An ancient argument.
There is a line I fear we have crossed.
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
Junk-bait replaced an aspirational brand.
Is that what we are destined to say?
Well I’ll be damned if I let master class die.
Trash is trending and we have a reputation.
Flexible doesn’t mean sacrifice soundness.
I don’t ever want to hear ‘Remember when..’
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
It’s gotten so much worse with screens,
they allow everyone to speak faceless.
Rude behavior and words like acid,
escalation has replaced discussion.
Aggravating is an understatement,
cowards in person mutate with a mask.
Let’s talk a little bit about disrespect.
One cataclysm is how it all begins,
bellows fade into echoes that linger.
Insults can’t be unread after deletion,
malice just sticks thick in your psyche.
Tempers go round and round noxious,
that virus spreads mouth to mouth.
When it’s not worth an argument
conflict levels off and ends in silence.
Let’s talk a little bit about disrespect.
Disconnection can amplify and erase,
embrace what communication truly is.
If you wish to live an exceptional life?
All you have to remember is to be kind.
Easy as it is to swim in the shallows,
do not feed into a poor cultural norm.
Let’s talk a little bit about disrespect.
Moving a touch above slow motion,
not sure why it feels like déjà vu.
Breathing feels like part of a plan,
but isn’t it meant to be involuntary?
Maneuvered with an old joy stick
in a maze that’s impossible to exit.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
The entire quest set on boss mode,
are we really even inside the ring?
Someone please check the specs!
Fuzzy edges are now amplified,
I can’t see the end of the rat race.
No progress, none. Zero. Zilch.
Stuck inside an age of regression,
make no mistake this was calculated.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
On to the next level, but what is it?
Climbing into an assumed screen,
we think each decision is up to us.
What if we are merely toys roaming?
Rodents in a cage for amusement?
Locked in a seemingly endless loop.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
Every artist inevitably falls down..
unexpectedly
with red cheeks
even the legends
the experienced
tumble occasionally ..
dumbfounded
feeling foolish
shaky hands
frozen in place
left to recover instantly..
character’s built
an uneasy journey
the limelight shines
easily saving face
spotlight on a star..
Inevitably, every artist falls down.
I’m anti-divisive,
don’t ask me where I stand.
I could tell you
but you’ll still label me,
and will never understand.
I’m anti-overshare,
because who cares
what I’m spouting anyway?
I’m anti-divisive,
It doesn’t matter where I stand.
I could show you
but you’ll just see the label.
I’m anti-follow the herd,
since there’s no back up
for the rhetoric anyway.
I’m anti-divisive,
I’d rather not overshare.
No one really cares
but they’ll still label me,
and never understand.
Universal high income,
money has become irrelevant.
No justification for anything anymore
no desires
no struggles
no ambition
no faith
no sex
no devotion
no good shoes
no real food
no attraction
no smiles
no raising the bar
no becoming the best version of ourselves
and knowing exactly who we are.
Universal high income.
Money may become irrelevant,
but purpose never will.
If empathy only applies to your tribe?
To put it plainly? You’re a hypocrite.
It’s said people should be open minded,
that rhetoric doesn’t match our actions.
One world respect everybody’s rights,
but only if our flags fly on the same side.
You’re no better than the shooter.
How can you sit and smile at a gun?
When was the last time you spoke up?
We need to break down barriers,
not let them get healthy and fortify.
You bask in hues of revolution’s rubble,
because the blood is opposition’s color.
But if the river began to flood your house?
You would take a bullet for your neighbor.
I thought you said this was about unity?
You’re no better than the shooter.
How can you sit and smile at a gun?
Talk to people who are nothing like you,
a breathtaking world awaits the bold.
There are friends out there to discover
give yourself a chance to meet them.
Say ‘Hello’ in a multitude of languages,
if you aren’t even willing to shake hands?
You’re no better than the shooter.
How can you sit and smile at a gun?
The world now is overflowing with filters,
fast five stars, and a multitude of clickbait.
Society has become an abstract definition,
devoid of any type of civilized boundaries.
I want the honesty of naked conversation
and the ability to discover truth for myself.
We have a license to be phony.
Go on I dare you, take off that mask.
Mugwump mentality is an easy out,
opinions that flex with every audience.
How to research with contaminated tools,
the sixty four thousand dollar question.
It’s getting so bleak sadness is hot,
how can I relate when I honestly don’t.
Pushed aside because I’m not drowning.
Yes, I do have an air of confidence.
We have a license to be phony.
Go on I dare you, take off that mask.
I won’t play the victim when I’m not,
nor wave a flag I don’t fully understand.
Authenticity is the only brand for me,
whether I am the black sheep or hyped
by that brand new trick up my sleeve.
All the make up will come off in the wash.
We have a license to get phony.
Go on I dare you, take off that mask.
I was lost after a night out and
couldn't unlock the screen for directions
you walked to the pub you can't be far just
ease yourself over this railing and
slide down the wall so you can take a
short cut through the car park
cursing all the while but
I know the tube station's nearby
and it must still be open
pushing the On button over and over
swiping this way and that
screaming with rage at this useless device
####ing this and ####ing that
now this isn't the way to the station
and I hear her voice coming through:
- is that you, why did you call me?
are you in trouble?
still the screen is black
- yes I'm just a little lost
- you sound very scared, in fact
it doesn't sound like you at all
“Don’t go there – steer away from it!” he said.
“You’ll turn your gaze away (that’s if you’re wise).
The black hole on the screen you’ve got your eyes on,
which seems appealing, floating in the murk,
confers no blessing. Love is just a curse.
Enticing, yes – but when push comes to shove,
the only day you’re free is when you’re dead.”
The bridge fell silent. Starship Enterprise
was stalled outside the thing’s event horizon.
The science officer asked, “Captain Kirk,
why are you singularity-averse?”
“Unlike yourself, Spock, I have been in love.”
Beyond a job
there is a career
there is satisfaction
there is growth
there is excitement
there are endless tomorrows
there is a purpose
there is education
there is joy
there is fulfillment
there are welcome surprises
there is a reward
there is competition
there is pride
there is achievement
there are stacks of benefits.
Not thinking beyond ‘A job’,
you feel sad or stuck yet?
Constantly trying the best you can
to be the rock and stand without one.
You know they need you but left sad,
who’s there if you are the one hurting?
It makes you want to cry and yell back,
but you recognize they can’t control it.
It’s harder than it seems, you think:
‘Maybe I’m the one who needs therapy.’
Viciously taking out their lows on you,
because you’re the one within reach.
Taking cheap shots you’re their target
even if you care about them the most.
With each mood swing they lash out
only to apologize for it five minutes later.
Emotional whiplash leaves a mark
you start to second guess your sanity.
It’s harder than it seems, you think:
‘Maybe I’m the one who needs therapy.’
I hate to say this but it’s the truth,
you can’t be of service and risk yourself.
Crying and feeling anxious aren’t normal,
an empty cup will become a domino.
What made you a pillar will start to fall,
the strong can be victims in this crisis too.
It’s harder than it steems, you think:
‘Maybe I’m the one who needs therapy.’
The feeling of a target on your back
and a thousand tongues waiting to scoff.
That’s how you feel being a square
surrounded by a family of rectangles.
You’ve got to be courageous to stand out,
you’re already locked in your reflection.
Ever been the only one in the room?
It feels like every eye is on you.
The longer you sit those nerves stand up,
feeling simultaneously alien and awkward.
Minutes multiply your heartbeat spirals,
you want to run out but that’s too loud.
Is it even worth it?
Hidden tears begin to tease mascara
blinking back weepy warning bells:
This fatal audience will see you fail.
Ever been the only one in the room?
It feels like every eye is on you.
Breathing through it is all you can do.
Have courage, smile, and just be you.
We’ve all been self conscious, it’s okay.
Hold you’re head up straight and tall
Let them see you as the star you are,
shine on in the dark be the spotlight.
Ever been the only one in the room?
It feels like every eye is on you.
Hegemonic, flippy-floppy, swip-swoppy,
filled to the brim with utter hypocrisy.
It’s okay for your team but not the other,
loaded dice cheating your way to the top.
Should have known at 17 what happens
when you choose to think for yourself.
I was once more engaged, until I saw
things for the game of dodgeball they are.
Keyboarders will join an online duel
but don’t see their own communities.
How about backing a stranger up while
giving a block to a friend of ten years
without even trying to talk it out.
Your priorities are stacked against you.
Those morals only exist on your profile.
Trust me, I know you’re not the only one.
I was once more engaged, until I saw
things for the game of dodgeball they are.
Stay out of the firing range. Be discrete.
Only wave a flag you can explain,
anything else? Sit back, get educated.
But that’s not hot, that’s not on trend.
Until etiquette makes sense?
I’ll follow MY OWN agenda.
I was once more engaged, until I saw
things for the game of dodgeball they are.
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