The human condition is at it again.

These days I've been feeling ever so cold,
the worlds heating up while we shiver at home, prices are rising, your wage stays the same, defiant We'd rise but our drive seems to wane.

Grounded by government, fucked up our mind's, comforts constrain us while liberty cries, folded in boxes compartmentalised,
cross out your plans, they're crossing the line.

Answers abundant
And all in the know,
Ideas like seasons
they come and they go,
hero's and leaders,
theories and quotes,
written in smoke,
What the hell do I know!

Billionaires bitching to turn out the lights, tweeting thier feelings on overnight flights, the virtuous smirk as the poor police thier peers, life in the dark means surviving the year.

The young hate the old and the old live in fear, Christians hate Muslims they both hate the queer, the media moguls are rubbing thier hands, babylon tower dividing again.

With answers abundant
and all in the know,
Ideas like seasons
they come and they go,
hero's and leaders,
theories and quotes,
written in smoke,
What the hell do I know!


Monkeys built rockets and learnt how to fly, tried to find meaning by scorching the sky, a fist raised to heaven, an eye for an eye, left Blinded to crash in a cloud of fungi. 

The worlds going crazy
But nothing much changed,
The human condition
Is at it again, a working class hero
a comforting cope, tribal and viral
and Stunted and choking
on Answers abundant,
and all in the know,
Ideas like seasons
they come and they go,
hero's and leaders,
theories and quotes,
written in smoke,
What the hell do I know!