#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.