It's time

It's time, it's time, we all became wise,
It's time, for us, to all realise.
Nothing is made with us in mind,
It's packaged for eyes, and they catch us each time.

They market technology to make our lives better
But relationships weathered far stronger with letters.
Whoever invented the I-pad is laughing
All the way to their burgeoning bank.

Machines were meant to make us work less,
So we've come of age and work more to regress.
One day, they'll allay, this pointless digress,
The machines will take over the humans no less.

But over they've already taken, today,
Our living rooms, bedrooms, our saturated brains.
Our brains getting duller, the world getting smaller,
The seas getting higher and the rich growing taller.

Technology was meant to cure,
But now a curse,
And cursed for sure.

Yes, all men

Death, hail, fire and storm
May fall upon these men of scorn.
The bastards hang their prey from trees,
The bastards burn like bitter, green bile.

All the while, around the world
The girls are blamed for being girls.
Women raped for not putting out,
For putting out, they're hounded out.

One rule for scum, the scum doth crawl
While men amongst them shadow in gall.
Like wretched livers, bruised and swoll'n,
The hydroxyl bites but the enzymes fail.

Let's rally, let's rile, at these bastards smiles,
Let's wipe the smirk, in jail let them jerk.
Let them feel the bludgeoning mess from Jimmy
In the seething showers of repentant fury.