PART I
For the ones who sit at home in front of their computer while their friends are outside being someone they are not
The ones who were last picked in sport until they found the way to skip it
The ones who watch ugly, cold, disgusting things on the internet but still need a hug because they just want to be loved
The ones who pray, even if it does nothing
The ones who pray, because it does something
The ones who don’t like “woman on top” because there’s a woman involved
The good guys who never get the girl
The bad boys who don’t get her either
The ones who don’t have the chance to feel the heat of a body when they’re getting asleep
The quiet one, who is the sweetest, funniest, cutest girl but who never gets a second glance
The ones who got their 18th birthday wished by their mother and automatic emails from amazon and ebay
The ones who reply “Thank you, you too” when the waiter tells “Bon appétit”
The ones who got their high fives ignored
The ones who inherited a body unable to give birth, and whose genitals are an artifact of the past
The ones who act like texting when friends go to the bathroom
The ones who open a chatbox when you’re online but never type anything
The ones whose life is a parade of missed chances and social misfires, hiding behind a mask of happiness
The crippled baby animal with no chance of contributing to the gene pool
For the losers of the galaxy, the freaks and the geeks
For all the ones living in an evolutionary dead end
PART 2
Breeders ! Giant SUV, mortgage and dog !
Breeders ! Wedding photo album, frames on the bookshelf !
Breeders ! Endless production of happy and undomesticated humans, immature midgets !
Breeders ! Children picture as profile picture !
Breeders ! Bronchiolitis !
Breeders ! Nanny, stroller, nursery places !
Breeders ! Self reproducing sources of flesh and meat for humanity since the beginning of times !
Breeders ! Prom queen and team captain in the hatchery from the day the stick hit the fan !
Breeders ! Surrendering at the game of life, hoping their offspring will do better
PART 3
Revolution !
This is a call for all the losers of yesterday, jesters, monsters, deviants, outcasts exiled from the cities ages ago, banished from the everlasting kingdoms of life
Come back for revenge through our voice
We hacked your way out of the evolutionary litter you were put too much time ago
Freaks and geeks connected their dirty intelligences and melted into the hivemind, endlessly flashing silicon and twirling electrons, interconnecting a series of tubes to spread this verse :
O Endless September, O Ides of March
Let the foul witches wake from the dead
Burning the world with their cursing word
Dancing on the grave of the Old Darwin
The name of the game is no longer the survival of the fittest
The insane mens in insano corpore, I call the insane, the fools, the freaks, the creeps, the weirds and the geeks to build, produce and share art, instillate ideas into the innocent flesh beings while their breeders are too busy working and providing food and shelter and consomming what we produce
I can hear the moan of the ones ejected since the days of yore
and the howl of the self dismissed winners of the Darwin awards
They’re with us in twisted poetry
They’re with us in awkward moments
They’re with us when we sabotage our mating chances
They’re with us in freakiness and geekiness
Let them speak through our voice,
Spread their tainted vision through our presence
For the previously excluded from the gene pool deserve a revenge.