January 20 2018

[maggot]

I can't sleep
My machine is broken
An extreme token
Of the scene inside the dream
Where I'm unplugged and no one hears me scream
I'm like time travel
I'm starting to unravel
It's seems I'm coming apart at the seams
I keep trying to go back and right the wrong things
But the signal's been lost in the art of transaction
When there's a product so popular
The public must have it
Fire and water and logic
Do not matter
The foaming tongues of
Useful idiots lather
Until the words lose form
And the language is shattered.