The Safety of The Cave
They went to delve inside the depths of the astrological cave searching for hidden treasures, setting off traps, being brave.
Foraging for fire, captivated by their discovery, manufactured high rise buildings to catalyze their recovery.
Communication was stiff, needed to be improved, wired their ears to walls, then came monsoons.
So another improvement, walls on the go, carried giant bricks that made them very slow, subsidize the size, revolutionary the same.
Wasn’t good enough for us, wanted a few games.
Want to check my stocks when the office is filled with rain.
How about this animal, got to see it too.
When everything comes through pixels, no need for the zoo.
Required a lot of tress, maybe some metals too.
Good thing Africa’s got plenty of children to make the toxic stew.
Putting labor over happiness, funds over fun, create a yacht big enough for one.
Retire at the young age of 91.
Sickness is abound, world has lost it’s head, No love anywhere to be found. No delicate cycles, no one to pretend.
Comfort is intoxicating, no need to make amends.
I want to figure out how to bypass CCTV over BT.
Listen to living rat, so we can discover if opposites attract.
Hijack satellites with a single flashlight, because maybe with that kind of lifestyle I’ll know what it means to be free.
December 12th, 2018 9:29pm