I am constant inconstancy,
Blazing with contradiction and ever-evolving.
I am sensation followed by reaction
Essentially just a combination of experiences
Strung together and maintained
By flesh, time, metabolism;
Perpetual. And I don't believe in death.
But I'm only one; only one combination,
I am a combination that wants
To hurtle through the multiverse
So paths divide and time dilates
Accelerates Towards every end in which I'm
Eyes burn, stomach writhes
And I die right here.
Clay minds are not designed for four dimensions
And we'll never know.
This is unacceptable!
We've got to manifest ourselves in material:
Claim colours and rhythms...
Measure worth in output.
You are nothing More than aesthetic and numeric!
Consume, consume, consume!
Forget young hands in faraway factories,
Waste accumulates and plastic masquerades
As biology. We live in sick symbiosis, capitalist!
Eyes burn, stomachs writhe
But we don't die right here
Because we have everything we need (!!!)
Well - unless you're a McDonald's worker in want of sick leave
Well - unless you're on a zero hour contract
(The gig economy is a beautiful thing!)
Well - unless you're a nurse lacking PPE...
Shhh! We're fine! We're coping!
It's not like we're living on borrowed time!
We have everything we need...
Though clay minds are not designed
For perpetual light.
But I guess I'm just being a Luddite, right?
I guess I should just hurtle back
Through the multiverse, reverse time
And find a line excluding this.
If I could, I think it would reject me.
So I'm stuck here - can't forget, so contradict;
I feed the system, I waste,
Drink milkshake from plastic and there's pleasure
As it passes my lips - can't forget so contradit!
Some of my clothes were made by young hands in faraway factories
Can't forget so contradict!
I eat meat, contradict! I buy from Amazon, contradict! And I've burned and burned and burned through carbon, contradict!
And I see that this sick symbiosis, mass production,
Has given me things that I want:
Cheap chocolate, warmth in winter,
Knowledge at my fingertips,
I'm never ever bored.
And, yes, it's lifted some poverty here
Though pushed it faraway where we can't see.
And I know that things are complicated:
Interconnected strings and things,
Economies intensified by centuries,
Reluctant to change! Afraid to change!
What if this whole web frays away?
And, of course, I don't want to give up hot water or the internet
But things have to change, these systems have to change.
We can't keep eating the weak!
And I'm not a scientist, politician, conservationist,
But I don't want to be a hypocrite;
I don't want to contradict!
And if we seriously want change
Then we ought to start
With some politicians who actually give a sh-