my algorithm

I spend a lot of time thinking about the future 
and in the future i’ll speak of the past 
it’s all that lasts…
i walk in fields of grass and cry thinking of the ash 
it’ll all be soon after i leave, relatively at least 
i get nervous, and anxious, outright paranoid 
imagining ways the world could change for the worst 
but that world couldn’t be as cursed as this earth 
this rock that we bombed 
this mother of mankind 
it’s recognition, beyond
for its drained and dried 
hung high by tipping it 
off it’s axis, shipping gasses 
into lunar colonies
godly we imagine ourselves 
until there’s no second coming
i spend a lot time thinking about the future, 
i sit and think that if it were coming sooner
i would be walking through lunar space 
asking myself, isn’t this great? 
i’d say “no! no it isn’t! what a waste.”
i would be walking to my space craft 
asking myself, can i believe that? 
i’d say “yes! yeah, it’s such a disgrace.” 
they stuck it right in my face 
but, it’s hard to hide bad taste… 
i spend a lot of time thinking about the future, 
i spend it in the present, 
i’m a memory consumer
and while thinking a month ago, 
i was walking through skid row and 
i met a homeless man in a plastic bungalow 
telling me about places not go 
i said “why, why does no one know?”
he told me the mayor walked past him 
and said fuck ‘em 
ahh fuck ‘em 
the mayor walked right past tent city 
getting into a building that’s pretty
and tall and made out of glass 
he gets in an office and thinks “kiss my ass!”
 (hahaha!) 
well fuck ‘em 
i said fuck ‘em… fuck ‘em
oh my algorithm 
it brings me things i enjoy 
my algorithm 
it’s been sent here to destroy 
me and my creativity
i don’t know what i like 
when i walk outside to see 
cause my eyes are over stimulated 
single handedly by
my algorithm 
my algorithm