I have come here today
To show you what you cannot envision
To open eyes you never thought you had
To take you great idea
And crush it into the dirt
To set it ablaze
And dump the ashes into the landfills of your failure
I am a man
Nothing more, nothing less
I am not a god
Not a profit
Not a savior
I am a man who has eyes
I am a man who rejects his number
A man who removes his barcode
Are you ready
Can you handle me
For I’m not even the worst to come
You better have your tables nailed down tight
Because if I down turn them upside-down the one to follow me will
But I have not come here to tell you about him
For I don’t know when, where, and how he will be coming
I have come here today
To show you one of your big mistakes
Go ahead laugh it off
Think I’m just making a ruckus
In time you will see
Let me portray to you, what I’m talking about
I have walked the path they have set for me
Looked around at the clueless faces, just void
There eyes all bellow the same words
What is this for, where am I going, WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHY
All the time I’m waiting to hear a bah
Which would be more then appropriate
They split us up, and sit us down
I hear them say where we are
But we are not really there
The place they tell us is warm, its forthcoming, and its tranquil
These walls they scream for me to vacate, what a great welcome wagon
The mouths with iron teeth, they breathe an arctic breath
And the look on the faces of every bag of, water and organs, say the things
Help me, I’m petrified, is this real
They tell us what is permitted
And then we start
The room is filled with the tiny scraping sound of #2 and recycled trees
A furious click, when the numbers don’t match
Looking up I see the yellow sticks getting hacked away by the nervous white saws
We are allowed to use our feet
For the amount time when we aren’t allowed to use them
Is considered to long and it would be unhealthy
It seems that they care, we they are really killing
It’s all over, we are all done
We leave to our homes
Back to peace and contentment
Then we get it later
U.S. certified, post marked, and confidential
It is our lives
It is our success
It is how we will live told to us by a few numbers
More with the numbers
When will they learn that not everything can be computed
Not everything can be solved
The tighter you squeeze a fist full of sand
Grains will still slip through your fingers
And no matter how good of a grasp you think you have
You still end up empty handed
So I will tell you right now
You will never find out my equation
So you will never be able to give me a number
And you will never find a barcode that describes me
I’m not what you think I am
And you will never figure me out
For all of you who have barcodes
And a set of digits that define you
Open your eyes
They are killing who you are
They see us as all the same
We are a group, and just one of many
And I will bet my life that they don’t care about your talent
Until it helps them
So revolt
MCAS, ACT, PSAT, SAT
A…A…A…A
They say A stands for American
I think it stands for Ascendancy
We must show them
We must open they’re eyes
Before we are all identical
Before they take our differences
Before they suck us dry of color and life
Fuck they’re shackles
I will rip they’re chains apart
Watch me
As I plant a bullet between they’re eyes
If I’m vulgar, if I’m violent
Will you notice, will you change
I sure hope so
Before it is to late
Before all is lost
I wave goodbye
Never forget why I came today
And may your eyes be open
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