Connected to the bourgeoisie
fiddling the riddles of mental liberation
throughout the silent cold thoughts of a broken proletarian
My flotation above things chasing my wings
will last as long as I command it to last
many will take my message as the confidence of a fool
Yet, the drool from their lips sink the ship with human rowers
eager to get ashore
because broken spirits cannot fix the capsized vessel
So blood will penetrate the water
while red wine makes the retina's candy vivid
propose a toast before the doors get kicked down
Slipping like a child
untrained
but tamed by the beast of all nations.
--HitmanLLC, 16/06/2025
Theme : Self, Social Criticism, Environment