Monday 30 September 2019

wait for the boss to go home


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a song for one human and a chorus of the microbiome in that human's guts 

sung as if the human was the boss of the factory (her own body) and the workers (the microbiome) are all waiting for the boss to go home (die) so they can fuck off

]] 


Living a life --well,
that's how it goes
Living a death -- well,
that's how it went 

[[ human ]]

one of the animals, 
up in the daytime
one of the animals, 
down in the night

looking for something 
to eat in the daytime
looking for somewhere
to sleep in the night

one of the animals 
stuffed with more animals
I am the home of 
a trillion animals 

all of them working 
for or against me
all of them waiting
for me to go home   [[ to die ]]

[[ microbiome chorus ]]

just...
wait for the boss to shut down
wait for the boss to retire
wait for the boss to clock out and walk out
wait for the boss to expire

wait for the chaos to free us from process
wait for the chaos to set us on fire

then we are splashing
in every pool 
then we are paddling 
in every lagoon 
then we are forget-
ting every rule
then we are howling 
at every moon



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