A Day of the Dead
By Travis Wolfkill
A sense of finality
When we visit a stranger
In the cycle of life
From graveyard to cradle
We often choose a role
Of victim or slayer
Do we remember the dead?
The fallen the fatal
His skull has been emptied
There’s no one to mourn.
His carved-up face
Not how one was born
Defaced and used
Sitting still as death.
The Jack-O-Lantern who lights our steps.
All Units Are Control Units
By Travis Wolfkill
There is no us and them
It’s just us in the jails
And in the pens
No justice dispensed
Keeping us caged
The PIC has to be staged
Because we’ve been played
Told it’s rehabilitative
Demonstrative of the crazy
Notion that punishment
From the government is okay
When they put us away
Here for the stay, on the L train
Am I really against the grain
If I’m here in this maze?
All units are control units
Letter to Elon Musk
By Travis Wolfkill
Seeing the inevitable mind control
Orwell wrote it down and Bradbury told you how
Surveillance for “your safety”
Then suppress the ideas
Which may be offensive
Welcome to this Disneyland
A space where we ALL agree to be oblivious
I haven’t seen the future, I live it
The great social experiment
Censor the artists, burn the books!
This is my letter to a philanthropist
Is it too late now?
Or are we in the Matrix
Are you ashamed of how we made it?
Mr. Gates, you are amazing
Now I petition you to change our station
This podcast cannot last forever
I’d rather work towards my goals
From the outside looking up
Rather than the inside on my bunk
Dear Elon Musk:
I ask that you help abolish a system that’s
Broken
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