Art sucks. Poetry sucks. Everything is fucked. I suck. You suck. So if I am so anti-everything, why do I even bother "creating" anything? Well one has to do something with one's time. Welcome to my playground. I am the Dissident Poetician. Doing Poetician stuff is what i do. "Art is dead, don’t consume its corpse" - graffiti in the streets of Paris, May 68. Long live the spirit of May 68. Piss in the fountain of dada.
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- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
Friday, January 02, 2015
THE CAPTAIN MUST DIE
I'm so sick of these self-indulgent yuppies with their i-pads, following fads
They're so pathetic just like their mums and dads, it's really quite sad
And there's no fucking doubt about that, their apathy makes me really mad
Quite willingly, they support the exorbitant lifestyles of the greedy and the bad
And all the senseless wars they be waging on those without a mainstream voice
The war of Iraq, the war on drugs, the war on refugees, struggling to be free
We don't have to accept things as they are, we've always got a choice
The less we consume, the less power the fat cats have over us, can't you see?
It's time we recognised our real enemies, the ones who control you and me
The whole system is corrupt and falling to pieces, let's take back what we need
Time to smash up the system, rebellion to a revolutionary rhythm
When we have our coups d'état, heads will roll, yes, we will beat them
We will carry out a mutiny, we are sick and tired of the captain
All capitalists must die, none of our enemies shall be survivin'
Our inaction makes it easy for them to walk all over us and fuck us over
The world guzzles oil as if it were water, let's all fill up our V8 motors
We may as well because we're already on a collision course with destruction
We do everything they tell us to do, it's easier to simply follow instructions
Having a social conscience is going out of fashion, we may as well accept defeat
We're all dog meat of the bones of ashes, yes, humanity is becoming obsolete
Just like analogue devices, soon we will be confined to the dustbin of history
Unless we turn turn things around and wage war against our real enemies
They be selling us shoes from their sweatshop factories, which cost an exorbitant fee
It's a sign of things that will come to be, the world revolves around sweat and money
Time to smash up the system, rebellion to a revolutionary rhythm
When we have our coups d'état, heads will roll, yes, we will beat them
We will carry out a mutiny, we are sick and tired of the captain
All capitalists must die, none of our enemies shall be survivin'
There are so many lost souls in this sick sad world in which we all live
But they're capable of so much more, they've got so much more to give
They've been brainwashed from the start, had their brains put through a sieve
We've all been raped by the system since we we young, it's very hard to forgive
Fuck capitalism, it serves only the rich and the powerful, not the rest of us
But we're not going to take it any more, we're going to kick us a big fucking fuss
So many contradictions, it won't be long until the whole system goes bust
There's hope for humanity yet, if we scratch underneath the surface of the rust
We've got to question society, question all we've been taught, it's a must
Fuck all those institutions of oppression, it's time to rise up and clean off the dust
Time to smash up the system, rebellion to a revolutionary rhythm
When we have our coups d'état, heads will roll, yes, we will beat them
We will carry out a mutiny, we are sick and tired of the captain
All capitalists must die, none of our enemies shall be survivin'
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