What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.
So tell me what is the goal?
Point me toward our end point.
All i see is the same old.
I’m bored, frustrated and hoping for an end to the madness.
A line in the sand.
Conclusion to this artificial semblance.
When can we regain our discarded hand?
What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.
Plaster the cracks like we always do.
Again I’ll shake my head at me and you.
But i hate this boat on which we do ride.
Can you say the same or are you loving this idiot prize?
A token of cheap shoddy despair.
If only reprogramming was a choice.
Maybe then we wouldn’t be a floundering mass voice.
What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.
Weaver of future is but a brand.
Carries no weight out on the sand.
Will not sway when judgement is due.
No it won’t matter if you attempt to sue.
Other than prolong the inevitable.
Upon these threads we continue to pull.
Its why my contributions are slight.
For in all honesty I’d rather melt into the night.
What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of what is clearly crippled.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 