Creature of the 80's - Swordplay

I’m fascinated with the collection of bad facts

I gather up data

Performing performative acts

And I try to relax by concentrating on my breathing

But then I begin to buckle

Because I’ve been having trouble speaking

Come talk to me

I assume the same of you, so speak freely my G

Most people I meet I meet at sponsored happy hours

Or unaffordable meals

Tell me, which way’s out?

I cannot feel a thing

Just put me down

I’m sorry for the curare-dipped dart in my neck

For a decade I been at the same party

And there’s some norms I’m starting to forget

And I never once dreamed.

My whole life seems to be

A drawn-out re-enactment of the absent space

Between a light’s blinking

I’m fragile in the face of my own nothingness

Like a failed acting career

Cut and paste me into late night infomercial guest spots

Appearances in retellings of sci-fi novel plots

Cuddled up into the cosmos, I’m cozy in juggernauts

Waterboarded on suburban marble kitchen counter tops

I don’t vote or pay taxes, I’m an incapacitated astronaut

And I’m not the one who started this

Pretty soon I’ll be sleeping in on Saturdays

Subjected to wage garnishments

«I miss doing ratchet shit with ratchet friends.»

Now with so much of the past behind me

If I come back after I die, I want to be reborn in the 90's

I’m a creature of the 80's

That means I got one finger on the pulse

The other nine all carpel tunneled and twitching crazy

George, I only made this album

So you could see I never gave up rapping

It’s just all changed somehow

Like you and me

The process has been taxing

And I can barely see you now

But I see you in the flower bed where you’re laughing

This is X-47 to the captain

Can you tell us what’s happening?