I’m thumbing through your profile

I’m flicking through your life

A life seemingly comprised of someone else’s insights

 

You’re just a drone in makeup

Chemicals inside tissue

You’re a meme

You are an egg sack for some brute’s flu

You’re just an occupant

A tenant, a sketch in monotone

The unresolved, the incomplete

The perfect drone

 

Before the fall of the prey

Before the shot rings out

There must be a warning

A scent or the sound of a twig breaking

 

You’ll meet your end on an i-device

In a welfare queue no doubt

And yours will be a just dessert for all the oxygen you’re taking

 

Before the fall of the prey

Before the shot rings out

There must be a warning

A scent or the sound of a twig breaking

 

You’ll meet your end on an i-device

In a welfare queue no doubt

And yours will be a just dessert for all the oxygen you’re taking.

 

You’re just a drone in makeup

You’re just a drone