If This Is Civilisation

The snivelling remains of humanity,
Scooped up off the floor and served back to itself.
Masticated already in preparation,
For the toothless masses of this dying nation.

If this is civilisation, I want no part in it.

To think one can comprehend so little,
Yet live in such complexity is nothing short of a riddle.
The deeply satisfying myth of progress,
That faceless object that offers divine purpose.

If this is civilisation, I want no part in it.

Another day, another horror.
No one seems remotely bothered.
Sat there all day twiddling little machines,
Sucking on dicks of men they’ve never even seen.

If this is civilisation, I want no part in it.

I would burn my right hand in a slow fire,
To change the future before we expire,

If this is civilisation, I want no part in it.

The division of labour has outsourced your mind,
The spunk’s gone dead, you can’t fuck for your life.

If this is civilisation, if this is civilisation, if this is civilisation, if this is civilisation,

… I want no part…in it