Long Ass Poem (by Cherokee Rawls)

Sitting is shitting, running isn’t fast enough and the only thing on our minds is who we have to pay back, whether in money or pain.
We can’t be because we are.
Were always in motion 'cause time is money and we all want more so we can plasticafy ourselves into conforming and find a better way to be the head of the crowd.
Everything is going to come to us as soon as we get our mocha-coffee-‘espres’so-latte with chocolate because we all know the experts say its healthy.
We can’t find the keys to our SUV's so we buy a remote and all we do is sit masturbating to porn we got for free off Google.
The kids can’t run free in a sense being nudists because obviously the pedos will get them.
The teens can’t talk on the net 'cause we only live to be preyed upon and we cant dress or chose not to because we have a code and Hammurabi gives a cheer.
The adults run a world marketed for and sold by teens as the newly purchased are taken away 'cause the adults can’t have us settled.
We need an AA a DA a PSI an AIDSSG but all we ever get out of it is our deaths in the end while we wasted our lives being zombies to the world of a corporation run by some old saggy white guy yes, the Man, someone said Star Wars and the government said we can shoot lasers from the sky.
We fall in love but the psychiatrists say we can’t 'cause we aren’t pschologically ready.
Fuck were not even stable, breaking like an emos cry through his 'I hate the world' lyrics while everyone laughs at that stupid homo, the jock says stop 'cause I am too but it only makes them stop while he's around and while the bastards in their school pep jackets hunt us down while we watch what we want peeking out side the cloud of corpses that has formed like a fog.
The prez says oh no we got our toe blown the fuck off and suddenly everyone wants a war but really God is laughing 'cause for all our we don’t want to repeat the past he just got us to crusade again so he gave us some miracles and cut off some guys head in the name of hisself.
Brb lol bbq mc dj the world's a Big Mac and we are the caviar .
Standing above the others we know we're special but there's still that kid who smokes his pot and cries at the world for working, being, living the machine with the man on top and he sees through his purple haze that the machine wants him but he says impeach the Man and let us psychadelically rock while making love, not war but oh no 'cause the homies they are a shootin and the preps they are a fuckin and the emos they are a cuttin and everyone else is workin the machine.
You say you fight for rights but you still buy the parts, still put them together and think I’ll have my own and rule my world but its just a selfcontained bubble of the world and it becomes a part whether you die or live.
The way out is the only way but it’s the way in and between the black and the white we can smack that gray boy's ass but thats as close as we ever get to Jesus.
Hendrix and Elvis they be my boys and when I grab that gray boy for a nice long kiss I don’t ever want to look back at that world of everything humanity is, making itself do backflips in its own packaged box and I just hold that gray boy to me and kiss him until the end because really, I don’t want anyone else to see me being a homo cuz I know I’ll get beat by everyone on the street cuz they just can’t let a brother be who he is.
First I was black and now im a gay but you all like the lesbians?
I think we'll make our own street but the commies will get us.
Come back my gray boy and let me find your lips your sweet embrace so I can escape like I want 'cause without everything there is nothing and that’s exactly what I want while I lie next to you, panting and wondering when they will take you away for getting stoned and being outside the black and white.