How closely do you really wanna look?

How deeply do you really wanna know?

Bluster cools, in neutered dead ends

Safely corralled into a holding pen

We'll let you know when you become a threat

Passively erotic violence

White hat courtiers and sycophants

There's spin at the heart of the story

And you are not the exception

We are the sea

We are the trees

We are the sky

Absent this simple recognition

Our entire existence is based on a symphony of denial

We appear to have confused participating

In a democracy, with masturbating (On Instagram)

Because scholarship and nuance are not as sexy

Now anything can mean anything

P.T.S.D

Shut down

In late capitalist free fall

In a kaleidoscope of tailspins (We're going down)

If morality is circumstantial

What constitutes a burning building?

And if you threaten to take away their ice cream

The U.S. will bomb you back to Stone Age (Without even flinching)

What are we gonna do?

But more importantly

How do I look, and when are we gonna eat?

P.T.S.D

Bulls on parade