#Agencies; [ … ] 

 

They watched the poor

 

& had no remorse 

 

 

 

For years & years

 

With nothing to say

 

 

 

Because all they had

 

Was a corporate agenda 

 

To this day.

 

 

 

As the streets filled rage

 

In the names of their betrayal 

 

None a rebel amoung their sales

 

 

 

The youth became haunted

 

& the old turned towards them

 

 

 

With weapons of fear

 

& most fearsome tears.

 

 

 

Eyes rolled back

 

& tongues spake of justice 

 

 

 

It was just the beginning 

 

Of raptures in the dust

 

as they cast out demons amongst us

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

#Agencies all sat around

 

While the house was burning down.

 

 

 

Reading the words of rebels 

 

at various levels

 

 

 

With no guts or glory

 

To join & fight with us 

 

in this sorry story.

 

 

 

I loath yr minds

 

& judge yr crimes

 

Like most feared 

 

of those who cry.

 

 

 

I want to burry 

 

Yr corporate souls

 

In holes no one knows

 

 

 

While you carry on chatting shit

 

About generation xyz

 

 

 

We’re all fucking dead.

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

& I’m happy to die

 

Knowing I cleft these messages behind

 

 

 

If I could spell the words

 

To make you lift yr fist in verse

 

Against corporatisation of thē Earth

 

 

 

Then I would write it a million times

 

& leave you all behind

 

 

 

“Agencies.

 

 

All had the resources to do something 

 

To take action! But ya all died

 

Serving corporate traps, son!

 

 

“Agencies.

 

 

Dribbling over the latest coke ad,

 

patting eachother on the backs like twats.

 

 

What a bunch of fucking planks.

 

 

Chatting about “UX” with no rebel spend

 

cuz you knew there was no meaning left

 

in yrh filthy corporate bends & empty trends

 

 

… & faced generations of designers,

 

who knew you were just fucking liers.

 

 

“Agencies.