can’t get up, can’t lie down
face screwed up into a frown
another sleepless night, pointless day
but hey, all’s okay, so they say
fat cells turned to stem
will pave the way
we will all be young again
never die, maybe visit Spain
forever living, forever frowning
forever drowning in debt
to those that call the shots
mostly bots
bots as cashiers, as sex toys
as CEOs, as playboys
as mothers, as pets
as vets
not plastic, made from hemp
revived again, by rain
alive forever to shop
what can’t be bought
love and all that rot
when nothing is left but bots
with fake smiles
sucking fat cells from corpses
not saved by facebook styles
or bot horses
but hey, it is all okay
