we're corporatizing polyamory

The disease of psychology

Edging me at the labour board

Etch lyrics on the self-repairing concrete

Tell the pigeons

How we're going to save the world

It's fire

Tell the humans

Talk smack if you find a sec

Catch me online slopping up bureaucracy

I'll share my flesh with the birds

I'll tell them jokes they'll say "word"

Emoticon indulgence

I can play

I'm an office-core drag

Like please don't forget

My god complex

Gag reflex practice

At Macey's for sampling

The like I give a shit

Thought emancipation

Could be ephemeral

Like cold wars like taxes

Like doom scrolling

My little death

I'm a dopamine slut

With a tendency to squirt

At inopportune moments

Like mid-psychedelic

Attention spans into the banality

Of letting corpses rot

While politicians fuck

To zoning regulations

And architecture made

For cruising and laws

Designed to prevent it

I came amidst the

Horny slog of revolution

And woke up

To a technocratic fairyland

And everyone has their perfect little place

And everyone is dreaming on their spiked beds

Like magicians we danced until the pigeons cooed

Obsessed with

(Our elections)

(Repeat mirror mime)

The dopamine hits

I'm fine

(Our youth movements)

(Repeat mirror mime)

The dopamine hits

I'm fine

(Our news stories)

(Repeat mirror mime)

The dopamine hits

I'm fine

(Our lo-fi beats)

(Repeat mirror mime)

The dopamine hits

I'm fine

(Our body aches)

(Repeat mirror mime)

The dopamine hits

I'm fine