Planned obsolescence

You make it to break it not fake it or take it to work everyday for a year. 

Fuck sake let’s just make a mistake and forsake everything that has risen a cheer. 

I’ll pass on the grass to harass your smart ass as I sit with a smile on my face,

I’ll surpass any class with the brass balls to match any visions you need to erase.

With the terror of error the bearer of feraly charged kids will end in a clash

But I’ve never been clever to severe or share a nocturnally blast from the past. 

My words are my birds as the herd through the third term of school whilst  they’re making no noise.

But they spurred those inferred when they heard what’s occurred into action with weapons held poised. 

So. To end it not mend it and send it, befriend it is what I intended to do.

You read it, concede it agreed to proceed it with patronage signed straight from you.