Dissonance by Carnivore Mommy

The worker wakes in the dark so they can be on time at six
Chokes down a sludge of coffee, til their vision starts to twitch
Can’t afford gasoline, take public transit to the scene
Where their triple shift won’t end until their eyelids do recede. Ah?

They dont get sleep at night
Fall into a coma with no dreaming in sight
Exhaustion shrinks their itty bitty spine
But they don’t got health insurance cause they're somehow only part time

Pocket swappin antibiotics is mutual aid in the Man-made End of Times.
I’m- I’m- I’m- I’m-
Pocket swappin antibiotics. It's mutual aid in the Man-made End of Times.
I’m- I'm- I’m-

Shakin, shifty ‘cause when one of us gets sick, they force the rest to benefit
Off of the heaving back, of your own friend’s lack, but at least you paid your rent quick

Cause labor’s in favor of that working class traitor.
ALL! HAIL! ON! YOUR! KNEES! That land lord of your lease!
Work yourself to the bone while they pop boners evicting non-homeowners
Ain't it sobering?
What we all got used to condoning.
Decline of western civilization ain't right-
This shit is decaying.
Let’s go drink kerosene!
Esophageal scalding is the least that we deserve for all that we have been inflicting!

Jeff Bezos
Wants you to put all five fingers in his cunt
He’s gonna act like one, unless you pay for your subscription
For only $14.99, you get to dehumanize
A person pissin’ in bottles to keep up with your coddle,
all of those
Worth-a-less.
Purchases.
That high you buy ain’t permanent
But the damage is
How dare you
HOW DARE YOU

My job fired my best friend, so she called me sobbing on the phone.
I trudged into my shift that night, crunching income loss with my head held low
Flushed with fear, I begged my manager to keep me…
ONNNNN
He sweated sweetly, “Believe me, when I say I’ve got a hard on.
For you! With how you scrape up both your knees when you pick up glass
I shatter just to see you lower, Don't mind my moving closer,
I’m elated when I say it, you make my zipper lower.
If my intentions aren’t clear, my cock’s gone cramped inside my slacks
And your tongue’s job security. Best not to dottle, dear.”

I’ll admit it. I considered it.
I thought of the months of rent
With all my savings spent
And what my mother finally meant

And I considered free will
As I took in a mouthful of swill
And i didn’t gag once because-
I am a good girl.
I am a good girl?
I am a-

I BIT
I SPIT
I QUIT
I quit! <3

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