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Oh act one oh
Oh act one
[Le soixante-huitard
on their leisure trip tripping / undoing
all the dones
bellowing faux alley cat calls]
whoop whoop wagga wagg celebrate good t t times
the winwin win of former olden
maydays / a growing
global gross product
glooowwwing
[enter kitkatclubard number one
Sez]
you woke is a joke olman ‘t was a choke
on the working classes
you never political olman
you tight torso on the barricades
a filter flitter
you b b betrayed the Revolution
(sic)
turning
reactionary little shits
before the turning
point
yo!!
[chorus]
(while all the while all the
starvation victims copied le nouveau
look mec smoking B&H’s for lack
of Gitanes Maryland)
True true true, weeps the old angel of activism
rubbing his frayed chomskyan cords —sinking feelings
of loss like accelerating spacetime enveloping
their vision, shuttering the already
dimming light
(coz it’s physics ; you can’t beat)
Eyo act two the penultimate act
Eyo the penultimate act
[Ruffians and postpunk gen zees stacking
EUR / EPAL pallets for a bonfire chanting]
Never was a decade so
Sexist !
as the 70s
Never was a decade so
Nihilist !
as the 80s
Never was a decade so hedonistic —looking at you 1990-partylikeits1999
smash it up
Never was a decade so quasi : noughtiesboomboombubblepop
Think you woke you can you even deal?
[They dance the Lambeth Walk]
Oy!
[laughter]
[Enter Social Democracy on a Mule, willingly
volunteering as symbolic
sacrifice]
[Curtain]
[Epilogue]
[wailing as curtain rises]
[Herbert Marcuse sits atop a smouldering
heap of ashes singing smooth
1920s showtunes]
Hooray hooray we’ve gone astray
The culture went and faced the rupture
While we adored that old Adorno
NoLivesMatter in the centrist porno
[In the backdrop, the Cretinocene Ox, cloth’d in faux FBI windbreaker
and purple yeezys rises over the ruins of Göbekli Tepe
Sez]
Think you with can you even deal? Oy!
[segue into boomboombubblepop, reprise]
[Lights out]