ham fisted theatrics

Y’all freedom of choice and shit, that shit is wack. Y’all is lookin’ mad stupid in those clothes y’all picked out yourselves. All different colors and expressing personal style and shit. That is THE OPPOSITE OF FRESH. Everybody in my police state be rockin’ the fresh white smocks with tha ill government-issued white slippers. When they dirty, you jus drop ‘em in the incinerator. New ones get dropped off on your doorstep by these ill Ration Robots!

If your moms is a bad cook, you ain’t gotta sweat that shit, because the Ration Robots hook everybody up with tha illest gruel. Is it a soup? Is it a solid? The Ration ‘Bots done flipped the script on food, fam! Ain’t nobody ain’t getting’ fat off gruel: the girls is lookin’ FLY in they smocks when they show up to Mind Programming Camp every day at six in tha AM! Y’all can keep your “choices,” you only gonna wind up with a buncha fat bitches.

And if your moms is a good cook, and she be hoardin’ mad illegal ingredients from before the Revolution, the Secret Police gon show up and take her away to be ReEducated with a quickness! It happened to 0191108’s moms up the block! He and Lil’ 0191108 was on the stoop when the Secret Police rolled up and took her independent-thinkin’ ass away. So if your moms always be on your case, talkin’ out her neck and shit, all you gotta do is tell the Secret Police she be havin’ bad thoughts. Then you ain’t never gotta do chores again (‘cept for your Duties To Tha Most High Governor-Chief) and you can watch all the TruthBox you want!

Man, y’all stupid with your “cable TV” and your “books” and shit. The TruthBox is the SPOT! They got the illest shows, like Traitor-Kill, where the secret police bust in and kill MAD traitors like BLAU BLAU BLAU! And yo, Exhaltation of Tha Most High Governor-Chief, it’s the jam! Did y’all know the Most High Governor-Chief can lift a tank over his head, and one time he rescued a whole submarine full of orphans, and he can smell traitors? Word, I seen it! Don’t come around here with no “Spider Mans” and “Batmans” and shit, the MHGC gonna have them arrested for Wearing Non-Issued Garments. And for bein’ WACK to the fullest. SNAP!!! And get this: the TruthBox ain’t never even turn off! Nobody ever even have to pay the power bill!

But this is the illest part of our fresh-to-death police state: when you turn 16, you get assigned a Procreation Partner. WORD! This honey that her body got RIGHT from doin’ Mandatory Recreation an’ eatin’ mad nutritious gruel, and she all yours! You ain’t gotta be spendin’ all kinds of “money” and be sayin’ you “love” a bitch tryin’a get her back to the spot, she REQUIRED BY LAW TO FUCK. Word is bond! And when she get a baby, you ain’t even gotta take care of it no ways! It gon get taken to be Reassigned with another Person Unit, ‘cause too much maternal ties be divertin’ adoration from the Most High Governor-Chief. That’s why when 0191108’s moms got taken he ain’t even cry! Good thing, too, ‘cause cryin-ass people gotta get mad Electro-Stabilization treatment. That shit ain’t no joke!

So y’all can keep on with that “choice” shit. But all that time y’all thinkin’ and feelin’ and lookin’ off-brand in unique-ass clothes, I’ma be LAUGHIN’ at y’all. (But not too much, though: I ain’t tryin’ to see no Electro-Stabilization.)