This Is The Year

from Year of the Worker by d.o.n.

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lyrics

This is the age of the
Analog animal resistance renaissance
Synopsis noxious preeminence
Calloused grip mechanics
Hammer/Sickle sans socialism
Nothing transcendental
Just the same coarse clutch sinking shovels in

These are the times of the
Solemn stone grimace antithesis of idyllic
Im hardened by the experience
Youre frozen mannerisms
of pantomimic frivolity grinning with whimsy
in an unwitting mannequin stance
of face-melt fragility

I saw it in the form of
One whiplash glimpse at transient oblivion
And traveling companions clinging to the fringes shivered me
As long as that glimmer of gripping gains
Kindled a smoldering flicker within me
I'll just abide in that humility

And Im a student of the trill academia
Sheer brittle brilliance
Shrill bristle exo-sheild mesozoic megalith
Top heavy, cumbersome and lumbering
More resilient than wicker stick figures not privy to the tipping point

But never fall, imma
Play the low stoic most slated for the laborious
Lore, the sordid fables of a pauper called favored
They applaud the retarded, the raucous are rewarded
I try to thwart the void and the ploys of the dark hearted

But kept plodding til my slot
Hop from nominal to moderately phenominal
An anomaly who functions anonymous
Called commoner, who stalk among the nondescripts
Demolishing what the pompous would propagate as an accomplishment
And trod on top of it

And kept stomping til the
Hallowed pleas of hired men volume rises to hollering
Counter and contradict the false depictions of a life of ease
Soured countenance from grievous groans
Woes of a thousand men under a vow to make you head the howls of the hireling

Maybe you'll nod
But this offering wasn't offered for the 'Yes' men
No comfort vested in company policy
Even if followed to the letter
You've already sweat and stressed for the sake of that check
So never let work determine your personal worth
They'll work you to death!

This is the year of the...