The greatest game played since the beginning of memory,
Rationale draining through social creativity,
What makes it through and who stagnate’s along the way,

Ego commands that it should control offensive lines,
Referring to ancient blueprints of flinging shit at threats,
As survival constrict’s to pressure locate the cause from its effects,

Fight or flight from watching pretenses closing in,
Mechanics of disrupt, indulge and ignore in delight fading out,
Wing pressures of a belief in personal lies stalling at vertical pitch,

Only way out of seeking drastic spikes of momentum,
Resourced by speech processed preset courses to a kingdom,
Within preferential frontlines of adaptive manipulation,

So concerned with others taking sides,
From which to decipher what is worth the time,
Volcanic smoke raining in ashes around,
Should I seek shelter or hit the ground?,

(., ., to let that which doesn’t matter, truly slide.,.,
., .,
.You’re the all singing all dancing crap of the world. – chuck palahniuk , fight club)

Fin