BuzzFed Up

Too many strong words are wasted on weak opinions.

Beehives of buzzwords getting smoked out by potheads

Still clanging from the iron fist

Calling for din-dins.

Too many on a diet of

Blended information,

Sweetened with refined statistics.

Too many beheaded metaphors

Running around like underage chickens.

Too many, like, lost similes.

Too many ya get mes

Falsely reciprocated.

All in the name of face;

Faced with a problem they turn

Their backs and face away

But when it all swings back

You've gotta face it and

On the face of it, it ain't got legs

But it can grow roots;

Trees have been known to fight.

I'm stuck in a world that systematically

Mistakes convenience for irony and

The systematic for the systemic

It's a pandemic

In more than four colours

On the board.

We're either too busy or bored

And it's bored into our heads

That unless you can touch it

It ain't shit

But why get your hands dirty? 

Nobody's home now,

The land of the free

Or at least the piss-cheap,

Faith took a leap

Onto the garbage heap

And these rhymes were brought to you

Half price, summer special.

To stop and think you've got to

Stop.

Stahp.

God is disappoint IMO

Because we're not goals enough.

Goals is tough.

Crack a crooked smile

Cutting corners sly

Papercuts hurt,

But you've gotta cover the paper trail

With blood.

It's better to have blood on your hands

Than money in your boots,

At least they won't shake you down for it.

Your MCM screams 'Free Palestine!' when he busts a nut.
Your WCW can take a selfie from seven angles

But a thought from just one.