Rats And Brains

Dead thinkers in a rat town

Are scared from killer zones

Before they know they drown

Feed well with fish bones

They think they know freedom

But all they do is scribble around

Processing the old has always been done

Just repeating a formula, suffering, all spellbound

Invisible witches fly in weathercocks

Hallucinating even to higher states

The thinkers below open their locks

Only when there's a load of wine crates

Philosophing the mystical elexir of life

Poverty, obsession and insomnia come in

Then they forget to amuse their wives

It feels quickly an existence of sin

Dead thinkers in a dead new town

Embrace the global possibilities

Just like the bible got round

When they hadn't any futilities

Podcast, games, computers, electric bikes

Self-driving cars, falling planes

Steps, emails, Facebook-likes

Still there are rats and brains

Rats and brains to abuse

Fall deeply asleep now

End up with a brain fuse

All rats in a laboratoria row

We worship now electronics

Instead of alchemical bliss

Enjoy automatised eugenics

And wonderwoman's virtual kiss

This is not the future

It's the present time

This damned multi mixture

This damned silly rime

© GdJ