Ideas Only Spread Because People Like Them, the “Free Market of Ideas” is not a Meritocracy, it’s a Set of Unhealthy Coping Skills and a Corporate Oligarchy, Wake Up, Man! Don’t Let the Lies Dim Your Light! anyway this one’s black box warrior (2024 edit) Will Wood

[Verse 1]
Well, he collapsed with Stevens Johnson Syndrome on the ER floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
Well the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse’d his blood-brain barrier and raised the LD50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history

[Pre-Chorus]
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
Ego a mosquito, evil incarnate-good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming "bless the Torpedoes!”

[Chorus]
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down

[Verse 2]
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his lotus jugular when they came
Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital sign to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, “For Auld Lang Syne
Happy birthday to the succulents, I’ll die your hydroponics”