Mr Gee Poet - E16 Genghis Brand Poem lyrics

The Dead can't lead the Living, But we are hypnotised by their graves, Ancient heists whisper their glory, Past crimes engrave our DNA, Yet we clamber away, To resist in what they say, The instructions of corporate jerks, That block our ladders & give us snakes, I wrestle with performance art, In the hope that it broadcasts, El Nordico's Viking cry, Should bounce us up the podcast charts, All Symbols Manifest Reality, Any Sign Meets Reception, Those last 2 lines spell A.S.M.R. And that's my jaded-poetical re-invention.