Children’s chorus (singing in a gradual harmony, it begins with a solo line, then a duet and then slowly becomes an entire chorus of children singing)
My story is a sad, busted union worker/ a soulless hustler of body fat and flesh. Occupational Hazards of our worker’s composition
Slipping sliding fucking (flunking) falling fighting forward sinking crawling/ reserving masses in the banks trending topics thinking tanks.
Internal logic dodges control our fan fiction politics finds a lost mole. Being is made from the events of our buyers, adapting his powers to our spirit desires. From the stories we type a revolution will emerge, with the resurgence of a body that all history can diverge.
Voice of Child from chorus emerging from the sounds of the rehearsal, they begin yelling protest slogans;
THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN IN HOGWARTS!
JESUS WAS BI_CURIOUS!
WHAT DO WE WANT:TIME TRAVEL! WHEN DO WE WANT IT: IT'S IRRELEVANT!
This is the sound of cohabitation
A rhetoric warfare
Dressed in fan interpretation
Eating a hostess
Is like LARPing in reverse
The reality is as dangerous as our curse
One direction led to many
Now we stand ready
We’re a fleet of kids dressed in keds
Making you feel unsteady
We are your punks, the literary avant-garde
Holding no leadership and no membership card
We let differences deepen at the base
And we don’t wait for power to be sent down through mace
We enter pop culture harboring a false authors trace
Our cuteness is soured by the blood in our fiction tastes
So hear us out it’s our turn- we will not be going to bed
We intend to deflect *your* advances not by force of arms,
But with the alarms of spread
Like terror- we are the exception that puts *your* political theory on watch-
Can it stand up when your limit has broken all locks
To legitimate the party of fan fiction fighting
We will magically resurrect an esteemed figure head
His memory of presidency has already been washed
His fan fictive legacy has resulted in huge public loss
A housing crisis, a business boom, the privatized air
The trickle down economy in which business has no care
A man who believed movies were real as the war
Dropped the middle class to deal in weapon stores
Fired the nation’s air-traffic controllers on strike
Igniting a greed is good, corporate union busting light