The document tells a story about a man named Jimmy through poetic verses. It describes Jimmy accumulating wealth and riches but realizing their empty value when his perspective evolves. It warns that the way humans live is unsustainable and parasitic, prioritizing money over community and truth. The story suggests that if individuals are not taught to think critically and value others, humanity risks meeting the same fate as mould in a Petri dish. The story ends with Jimmy coming home drunk at age 45, having everything but an unfortunate fate, as his father shoots him in the head with a 45 caliber gun.
The document tells a story about a man named Jimmy through poetic verses. It describes Jimmy accumulating wealth and riches but realizing their empty value when his perspective evolves. It warns that the way humans live is unsustainable and parasitic, prioritizing money over community and truth. The story suggests that if individuals are not taught to think critically and value others, humanity risks meeting the same fate as mould in a Petri dish. The story ends with Jimmy coming home drunk at age 45, having everything but an unfortunate fate, as his father shoots him in the head with a 45 caliber gun.
The document tells a story about a man named Jimmy through poetic verses. It describes Jimmy accumulating wealth and riches but realizing their empty value when his perspective evolves. It warns that the way humans live is unsustainable and parasitic, prioritizing money over community and truth. The story suggests that if individuals are not taught to think critically and value others, humanity risks meeting the same fate as mould in a Petri dish. The story ends with Jimmy coming home drunk at age 45, having everything but an unfortunate fate, as his father shoots him in the head with a 45 caliber gun.
41, he wasn't walking, 42, not walking quickly, 43, never running round the pavement of his city, 44 inside a palace with a mountain of gold, but those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves, Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold, Lamborghini for a life, Trading money for souls, Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free, Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need, And his example is exaggerated versions of me, and it's a version of him, and it's a version of she, and it's a version of you, There's no escaping the blame, the way we live, it's parasitic, fuck the money in fame, cut the music. This isn't entertainment, this is real life, the way we live is lunacy, community it declines, We're hyperpolarized, we're always fighting and we divide, truth is less important than the money that we design? Money's an invention, politics from our invention, they all come from people's ideas, Did I mention, bored is an invention, law and order fuels the tension that leads to people killing each other, My solution? Everything is subject to change, we could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains, If we teach kids in schools to always be sheep and put themselves before the herd, if there's more money for meat, Then there's no future I see where the humans survive, we're parasites inside the Petri dish, with cannibal mines, Mould will grow upon the surface, then consumes till it dies, and our fate could be the same without this story to the wise 45, Jimmy comes home out of the rain, soaking wet upon a wheelchair, He's been drinking again, he has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame, Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate with a 45 calibre aimed at his brain 45, a fitting number because his age is the same, Here's the words of his father, it's such a damn shame. Then he presses on the trigger of a money game.