Dimensions of human solicitous waste
Knows no bounds
Paradigms shift to expose viceral haste
To climb to the summit of some mound
When do we realise the falicy of all before and after?
How do we comprehend the meaninglessness of it all.
Why not sit and be silent? Watch your night fall.
Fluttering wishes and heartfelt messages flood an intangible world
That vibrates and permeates every flash of our light
Straight edges seem rounded
As intelligence diminished by advances we make toward a peak
Of human achievement.
But the crow looks on. The raven too. A woodlouse laughs.
Oh yes, the summits and peaks of corporate freaks, with wirds as long as your mile.
Gratitudes and platitudes and thank you's for the company mans smile.
And now the disease of corporate greed has seeped into the minds of maternal queens.
Agents of change they now proclaim, and it is our right to subjugate.
Until of course that heavy lifting is required.
And the right to be called and named upon names of some fools mind.
Whatever you want sir, madam, him and them, they and thanam.
A lunacy of sorts it seems. All the while, the blackbird whistles a soulful tune.
I want to be a woman, I want to be a man, I want to be a yellow hat. Just call Sam.
Inflate, deflate, and conflate the interest rates, while you click on twitter bate for the latest felate.
Drive margins up in a downward trend, that which never seems to end
Mind numbing substance of biscuit bread
Does it have any end?
And now in education, we turn to obliterate any and all sense.
If it has worked in the passed, it will not work in the future they say.
Digitalise, formalise, measurements and metrics, self assessment and learner centered outcomes.
Vicarious discharge of obsequous gunk. Agent of change lined specifications of silliness.
Oh the planets sniggered and the sun fell in shaded laughter.
Knows no bounds
Paradigms shift to expose viceral haste
To climb to the summit of some mound
When do we realise the falicy of all before and after?
How do we comprehend the meaninglessness of it all.
Why not sit and be silent? Watch your night fall.
Fluttering wishes and heartfelt messages flood an intangible world
That vibrates and permeates every flash of our light
Straight edges seem rounded
As intelligence diminished by advances we make toward a peak
Of human achievement.
But the crow looks on. The raven too. A woodlouse laughs.
Oh yes, the summits and peaks of corporate freaks, with wirds as long as your mile.
Gratitudes and platitudes and thank you's for the company mans smile.
And now the disease of corporate greed has seeped into the minds of maternal queens.
Agents of change they now proclaim, and it is our right to subjugate.
Until of course that heavy lifting is required.
And the right to be called and named upon names of some fools mind.
Whatever you want sir, madam, him and them, they and thanam.
A lunacy of sorts it seems. All the while, the blackbird whistles a soulful tune.
I want to be a woman, I want to be a man, I want to be a yellow hat. Just call Sam.
Inflate, deflate, and conflate the interest rates, while you click on twitter bate for the latest felate.
Drive margins up in a downward trend, that which never seems to end
Mind numbing substance of biscuit bread
Does it have any end?
And now in education, we turn to obliterate any and all sense.
If it has worked in the passed, it will not work in the future they say.
Digitalise, formalise, measurements and metrics, self assessment and learner centered outcomes.
Vicarious discharge of obsequous gunk. Agent of change lined specifications of silliness.
Oh the planets sniggered and the sun fell in shaded laughter.