A poem about reality. Artwork generated by thispersondoesnotexist.com/

You expect me to believe that?
I’ve seen a photoshop or two in my time
I’ve seen a deep fake, deep state watercolor airbrush mail-in rebate
Second hand reversing on second-hand keepsakes
I know what you’re trying to do
Trying to sell me on some Orson Wells
Instagram live of War of the Worlds II
Ballot glutton presedential election
Executive produced by
Clickbait face reveal in 2022
You expect me to believe that?
Up next
A vaccinated water mandate fighting tooth decay
Satellite truth array
High above the… flat earth?
You expect me to believe that?
Bigfoot reacts to middle school shooting false flag
Family ain’t just coworkers ain’t just Zoom screens peppered with all natural lag?
I don’ think New York City is back
I just think these virtual waiting rooms look a lot better now

I know what you’re thinking
I see you spreading rumors about me
Like you’re whispering nude body parts
“He’s not all there”
Yeah, you neither
You, pieces of self
Scattered about the countryside
Name on the lips of strangers five years too late
Bloodstain on the lip of a curbside San Diego sunset strip skate
Two-faced in a powder room in Tuscon via Facetime
Cover of a song you wrote
Butchered after bar close
You, in a different time zone
You, pending address change for a last name
Driveway fast lane
You, a hundred million different memories
All slightly disremembered
Cauterized in youtube twitch streams
TikTok broadcast bursting at the inseams
Digital meteor showers and bitstreams
Everywhere all at once
Raining down from somwhere high above the ether
Yeah, you neither
I’m out here on that doom-scroll, doom-swerve, doom-splatter
On the con-crète-crete
You’re out here on that hashtag no lives matter
Existential bomb threat tweet
I want to believe that we’re not so different
But they won’t let me
And you still ask your shrink why you feel
So goddamn empty
Like it’s your fault

I keep having these dreams where
Where the only way to log off
Is to fire a pistol at my laptop
But I can kill all my friends by clicking End Meeting
Where my best friend looks like a polar bear
And he’s drowning
And I try to call out but I can’t remember his name
And all I hear is someone shouting
“You expect me to believe that?”
And it sounds like my voice
Where I’m at my own funeral
And I see the priest lower my body into the ground
Point at the hole
And say “He’s not all there”
Where
Where I’m frantically trying to finish this poem
But no matter what I do
The only thing I can write down is
“It’s real
It’s all real”

Real

WE ON A THOUSAND WITH THIS ONE

We making top dollar
To your common cents 
No pennies for your thoughts
No comments in
Many people in the wrong
Say it’s common sense
Never got along with ‘em
I wasn’t common since
Bitch I’m comin’ in
Get around the Strip
Act up
Everything I do becomes a sin
They say I’m being brash
Call it confidence
I’m looking down on you chinks
Let the comet hit 

And bash
Kame hame haaaa
You don’t need to tell me
That I got it going on
I’m going off
My bars so fly
It’ll take me on a trip to these continents
Watch me
Okay
They’re like
No way
You could get away in life
With no pay
But they’ve never seen chink money
That cha-ching money
Got a few thou
Burnin’ in my pocket

Blue faces on a blue bill
Stuff it down like a blue pill
Can’t deal with the consequences
Like the time when she blew Bill
HA
They want time with the president?
Motherfucka
Livin in Who’s Whoville 
Motherfucka
Just two words 
Said to my cabinet
Motherfucka
I could get you killed
Like that
Huh

You thought you knew me man
You tryna do me in
Fuck it I’m the boogeyman
Take it out on me baby
I’m so used to it
Chinese Exclusion Act
I did that
Modeling minority
I did that
Covid-19 
I did that
Everything from KMT to ketamine
I did that
For all you shitbags
They don’t even know why I try to spit that
Like do you even get that
They told me
Let it be
But homie Imma get ‘em back
Before you blame me some more
So get it
Thank my ex
Cause they made me a whore 
So get it
Lemme guess
I never learned to forgive
Forget it
Water under the bridge Kwai 
Never mended
They know this bitch Kawaii 
This reign never endin’
In fact
I’m always gonna lead my life
Intact
Taking all these kickbacks 
While I kick back
Lightin’ up a cig
With a thou
Like a pack of Zig Zags
And a pound 
Uh
I’m going out hard
On a thousand
You couldn’t outsmart
On a thousand
Spend it downtown
On a thousand
Oh you think that you could live like me
I doubt it man

From the thousand island
What I’m adressin’
You second guessin’ all my motives
Yeah I’m tired
Your talk is cheap
Well mine’s expensive
My lease on life
I’m ownin’ it
Your shit is rented
All about the timin’
When I’m on the beat
Couldn’t bother steppin’
Even if you’re off your feet
You don’t wanna mess with
Someone who’s connected
Don’t need a phone
Just to get this message
Get it?

Mixed by ARCHDUKE REDCAT

THOUSANDDOLLARBILL

#haunted written 2020. Raw session copy of a song about ghosts we create.

Real

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