Weaponizing

If I could see

sharpening of skills

to watch you

hone them down

straighten your ego

never to be

dull again

bang out the

imperfections

No

Shape the mold

of disguise

We're turning our backs

on your platform

Wield this weapon

to see it shine

Your ends are yourself

And in this moment

look behind

In a policy adopting

this world as a rival

To all the lives

you've scared before

Packed with words

hollow words

Your comments are sent

in futile defense of your ego

your perception is bent

to compliment your ego

Do you want an answer

you've got an answer

for everything.

And these hands

that hold us down

are they ours

and these arms

that push us back

are they ours

and these hands

that twist my motives

are they mine

and these arms

that wrap themselves around me

and won't ever let me see

and feel

are they mine

and these words

that fuck my mouth up

are they mine?

Backwards twisted truths

in a language of your own

you create endless exemptions

for behavior you condone

and the forwarded lie

now provides

the framework for the facts

as it comes down the line

again and again

and with your reiteration

of the me me me

I must appease

bricks and bolts in framework

of greed

that's all I see

and if I asked you to stop

would you stop

and if I asked

would you stop?

Girders, I will erect

bolted down in consistence

foundation layed and set

locked in persistence

And if I asked you to stop

would you stop

and if I asked

would you stop

We're not asking

Stop

Why the fuck do you defend it

this competition ethic

yours is the exception

not the rule

Packed with words

hollow words

Your comments are sent

in futile defense of your ego

your perception is bent

to compliment your ego

Do you want an answer?

Your answer

No