The Bottom

This isn't the trip, this is the bottom 
where it all comes together for one last time; 
It's where we gather just before we die.
Where a crowd will gather, hover above and around 
for the greatest spectacle on earth 
in their lifetimes, 
our demise.

Can almost hear them talking, whispering,
mad shit, reminscing, some laughing, 
one or two may be emotional, but the big wheel
isn't going to quit spinning just because.
We are insignificant, microscoptic, disposable
label it the plague just to boost the numbers up
war time like status, but the enemy has already penetrated
those ballet moves of social distancing 
were just a few tunes too late.

Pockets have been picked clean, the ink has etched its mark
and without a word the world in mass grabs their ankles in unison
so big brother can manhandle their little bitches asses
break that shit in, but not an eye was blinked
yet every one missed the slide from the sleeve
and poof, just like that,
everything has changed.