DATE: May 31, 2020
EMPLOYEE NAME: to the tyrants and your intelligence services
to law enforcement with extrajudicial behavior problems
to the billionaires with the wealth to buy immunity after years of criminal offenses
but never enough money to pay a living wage after your employee’s work years of successful shifts
to the leaders who can only lead half a country at a time
like a boss in name only
too busy selling red meat dogma drama soap opera
to notice if the outcome’s wrong or right
for the entire country, the blood, the lives, of all of us
to anyone who can’t handle someone else’s freedom
cuz people living freely makes your brains hurt
hello, this is us
the united states of america, the united states of consciousness, the united states of all of us
we’re the ones who witness the horrors being committed
and turn it in to a story of courage and survival
we’re the ones who hear the sounds of injustice being committed
and turn it into a music and a dance so strong you can’t control it
we’re the stomachs for what could not be digested
the muscles who lift what could not be lifted
we’re the ones who visualize a vision of what’s about to happen
before it happens
that godly magic that lets our blind eyes see how things really be
the things we refused to see
and in your royal(ty) courts
before your thrones of tv screens
when all we are is jesters in a paywall cage
we’ll put it so all of us can laugh
but you fail to find the page
we work the shifts
we grow the kids
we heal the wounds
we write the words
we voice the language
we populate the page
we craft the laws
we draw the lines
we play the music
we snap the pic
we film the scene
we dress the body
we carve the form
we design the space
we cook the taste
and fill the plates
we dance the sound
we paint the town
we tell the story
at any place at every moment
we’re humming like qubits in superposition
we’re finding the connections
between science and spirit, facts and feelings, materials and emotions, places and faces, laws and anarchies, histories and futures
and in the mental prisons of your personality algorithms
your attention / distraction control sets
when you insist on saying “yeah, and i pay the wage so what’s my name”
well, ok then, if you want it to be some dinky little personality game
when your faulty predictive modeling gives us so much as a particle of space to move
no matter how much power you grasp or how much wealth you hold
there’s one thing you’ll never escape
your portrait, your statue, your fate, your story
being told
and we’re the ones who tell it
we work the shifts
we grow the kids
we heal the wounds
we write the words
we voice the language
we populate the page
we draw the lines
we craft the laws
we play the music
we snap the pic
we film the scene
we dress the body
we carve the form
we design the space
we cook the taste
and fill the plates
we dance the sound
we paint the town
we tell the story
your story
as a poem still spoken or a joke long forgotten
as a face remembered with cheers or a name uttered with curses
as a life story we tell the kids to emulate or warn them to abandon
as a statue standing through a storm or a sandcastle in the waves
this is your performance improvement notice
choose wisely now
how you want your story to be told
