all the news, all the rage

is unfit to print

set it afire, each marred page

our sources are now electronic

maybe bionic

the bane of our existence

delivered by a day-glow priestess

& flocks of minions

adhered to Orwellian pinions

Brιmstoᥒᥱ ᥲᥒd ᥙᥒkᥒoᥕᥒ

tιmᥱᥣιᥒᥱ ᥱvᥱᥒts Combιᥒᥲtιoᥒ of hιstorყ Dᥱstrᥙᥴtιoᥒ ᥲᥒd fᥙrყ Oᥙr ᥕorᥣd Modᥱrᥒ ᥴιvιᥣιzᥲtιoᥒ Oᥙr fᥲᥣᥣ Thᥱ rιsᥱ of hιghᥱr tᥱᥴhᥒoᥣogყ Sᥲdᥒᥱss broᥙght ᥲboᥙt dᥱᥲth ᥲᥒd ρovᥱrtყ Look bᥱყoᥒd to sᥱᥱ ᥕhᥲt ᥱყᥱs sᥱᥱ.

week after week I hit the street

looking for a job to make ends meet

it's getting too hard to look them in the eye

just so I can thank them for another lie

i'm coming to the end of my rope

my girl keeps telling me "don't give up hope"

She's got a job and tells me it's cool

if I can't find a job then go back to school

enough is enough and now it's my turn

I'm gonna let the whole world burn

rm ullrich https://phantomscorpioproductions.com