Stranger Without a Face
looking at me, i think i forgot my race.
what a disgrace; this place is getting laced
with a picket sign rioting about being traced.
keep your distance, sir, please; there is danger.
social engineering got us doing things
which we never would have done, and this slowly brings me
to the point i want to make; give or take,
three hundred light years and i’ll take a fucking break
from the density. i’m a multi-something entity,
and if you fall into the trap of booby trapping our city,
i’ll call the committee of children; msfted soldiers,
and you best believe they won’t back down, lose they composures.