kindergarten construction paper

Watch your fuckin hockey game
Immersed, isn’t it, this constructed reality
I can also make it out of kindergarten construction paper
Hell, I’ll even paint it a bright red for you

Glossy, shiny, and shimmery new
Who cares about substance, it’s the finish I say
Burning up the retina like that sunset over a football squabble
But it’s there, surfacing on the sky
It’s a jetstream of residue and it is dissipating just as quickly

And then there would be deconstruction
We can’t attack them on policy, they say
So we’ll defend our fringes and our botox with an axe
This game is calculated — and we excel at the calculations
But not the gameplay.