What's the fucking point, it doesn't matter anyway

Sign their petition and just Maybe they’ll listen although their ears fall deaf on anything that doesn’t make them a quick buck so your out of luck if you think they give a fuck
You’ll be struck off their list pissed out like a kidney stone all alone until all you can do is groan and moan or complain on social media via your phone the empty victories their sordid histories you've long since known.

Due process they say when we all know it only works one way a
farcical system to keep you feeling secure or slicker when in fact your sicker just like the system they supposedly represent,

The present descent into their insidious intent just like the last farce, the past nasties from all those parties, the last chance to become something smarter, no martyr for the cause, no heart for the fools the rules are clear but they're unwilling to hear.

So here we go, another short moment of torment, a dormant urge to purge all learned ways, counting the days the haze begins to clear and the hope turn into fear that sears deep into the soul , like mind control only deeper into existence

, resistance is noble desist with the puerile all efforts are futile
Choice is illusion delusional dreams seeming real healing all setting you up for the fall, for all to see that they too know there place.

Give what you are given and then throw it to the smitten, the sycophantic non descript pieces of shit, the hypocrites, the outdated, narrow minded lead by so called example holier than thou robots or clones with their phoney agendas, with their secret members, archaic rituals and feather fucking dusters it must be a joke a game they play only were all in it but not to win cos there's no prize when your eyes can't decide whether the lies are reality or reality is the lie