u/MaverickDakota

Let's say I started a restaurant and offered you 2 options:

Option A:
I pay you $18 / hour preparing food
Your food and housing are up to you but the wage i s insufficient to afford those living alone.

Option B:
I pay you $6 / hour as a Waiter
and provide you with free food and a room in a house shared with other waiters.

Which would you prefer? Explain.

Let's say I started a restaurant and offered you 2 options:

Option A:
I pay you $18 / hour preparing food
Your food and housing are up to you but you don't get paid anywhere near enough to afford it alone:

Option B:
I pay you $6 / hour as a Waiter
and provide you with free food and a room in a house shared with other waiters.

Which would you prefer and why?

INB4 STIs cannot spontaneously come into existence.

If you suspect a person of an infection / don't trust them y'all should not have sex with them.

More effective contraception exists.

I want to feel you, not rubber otherwise I'd use a toy.

Creampies are fun.

Electric Guitarist / Vocalist Seeks Musicians for Metal Band

Maverick Dakota is an aspiring musician, electric guitarist, vocalist and lyricist who plays original extreme metal / hardcore punk (metalcore) / hard rock / ambient music. His vocal styles include screaming and singing. His lyrics are philosophical / introspective with intent to evoke, motivate, empower and inspire— essentially heavy, energetic music with intense, invigorating messages.

Objective:
Start a band to compose, record, tour and perform original music.

Samples:
Guitar playing on BandMix
Lyrics on Hello Poetry

Similar artists:
August Burns Red, Upon A Burning Body, Within The Ruins, Miss May I, Forevermore, Lamb Of God, As I Lay Dying, Thy Art Is Murder, The Dialectic, As Blood Runs Black, Texas In July, We Came As Romans, Malevolence, Sylosis, Invent Animate

Seeking musicians:
who play electric guitar, electric bass guitar, drums and vocals. Ideal bandmates will have the time, patience and ambition to compose songs riff by riff together in person.

Reply with details
regarding the instrument you play, whether you can host rehearsal sessions and a sample video of your original playing. All musical instruments welcome.

Together, we get further.

'Affirmative Action' is a specious protocol. 
‘Appeal to Emotion’, you've cheated us all. 
Barbaric intolerance, disingenuous outcomes. 
Confidently, I confirm: I wish to opt out. 

Personal, quantifiable data should be referenced
to implement changes that favor quality.
Statistics are the basis of prejudice. 
Forget what you thought of as
conservative or progressive. 

Deliberate or not, 
'Positive Discrimination' is a classic fallacy. 
Discard all forms and alterations of rubbish. 
I couldn't be any clearer in my position.    
Your harassment evokes my aggression. 

'Affirmative Action' is a specious protocol. 
‘Appeal to Emotion’, you've cheated us all. 
Barbaric intolerance, disingenuous outcomes. 
Confidently, I confirm: I wish to opt out. 

Proposal for 'Social Inclusion' 
instills that some of us 
are inferior and incapable; 
sans allowance from the 'privileged' 
we could never compare. 
By ‘helping’, you've made us helpless. 
Your logic is riddled with paradoxes.

'Affirmative Action' is a specious protocol. 
‘Appeal to Emotion’, you've cheated us all. 
Barbaric intolerance, disingenuous outcomes. 
Confidently, I confirm: I wish to opt out. 

Equality is noble 
but equity requires adaptation based on context. 
If skewing the rules is how we choose, 
we all lose. 
Skeptics have credited our achievements to you 
and that's not even the worst part... 
confidence is in place of due insecurity 
so incompetence is rampant. 
Our merit shall be the sole determinant.

A moment of silence for the deceased... 
then back to the ruckus for you and me.  
Corpses are granted reverence.
Demands extend beyond the grave. 
Cadavers exhibit rigor mortis.
To the will of the stiffened, spineless men bend.

Shrines displace shelters 
and as if to mock beings, 
buildings called funeral homes 
host death rituals
whilst embalming fluid pollutes aquifers.

Deforestation in no man's land; 
acres dedicated to the dead. 
Cemeteries are paradises 
for the less than human. 
Flies feed on the decay. 

Publicized bloodlines engraved 
at the expense of the next of kin.  
Sacrilegious rite over right
as they shed tears of sorrow over tears of joy. 

Mop up the sludge and move on. 
We are born, then we die; 
finite lives, forever gone 
and the cycle continues.
Desecrate eulogies, poetic irony. 

Jewelry adorns bones where eyelids rest shut. 
May they donate their remains to the soil 
and we forget their disgusting selfishness. 
Nothing but chemicals, worthy of naught.
Clumps of cells, I hope they rot.

Choose your poison and raise your glass;
a toast to health as we intoxicate ourselves.
Sing the anthem (the anthem) of degenerates.
Nonchalantly we recite
what our forefathers left behind,
lessons learned (lessons learned)
lessons learned in vain.

These spirits are fit for a king,
bountiful like a fountain of youth.
Upon this dawning
we strike an iconic pose: akimbo
for we are the last standing;
all that remains, we are invincible.

Our peers stumble and slumber in style,
young men and women alike.
Summon the next generation,
they've reach the age of wisdom.
Be merry! Let's celebrate their lives.

Choose your poison and raise your glass;
a toast to health as we intoxicate ourselves.
Sing the anthem (the anthem) of degenerates.
Nonchalantly we recite
what our forefathers left behind,
lessons learned (lessons learned)
lessons learned in vain.

• These spirits are fit for a king,
  bountiful like a fountain of youth.
  Upon this dawning
  we strike an iconic pose: akimbo
  for we are the last standing;
  all that remains, we are invincible.

Our peers stumble and slumber in style,
young men and women alike.
Summon the next generation,
they've reach the age of wisdom.
Be merry! Let's celebrate their lives.

Choose your poison and raise your glass;
a toast to health as we intoxicate ourselves.
Sing the anthem (the anthem) of degenerates.
Nonchalantly we recite
what our forefathers left behind,
lessons learned (lessons learned)
lessons learned in vain.

These spirits are fit for a king,
bountiful like a fountain of youth.
Upon this dawning
we strike an iconic pose: akimbo
for we are the last standing;
all that remains, we are invincible.

Elders in office impose upon logistics 
of which they will not be involved. 

In other words, 
there is an intergenerational power imbalance;
those who are nearer the end of their lives 
continue to hold authority over systems
whose long-term consequences 
they will not experience.

Our requests for reform have fallen on deaf ears 
so we've resorted to redundancy and repetition. 

People who are dying 
keep jurisdiction over civilians.

There is an intergenerational power imbalance;
those who are nearer the end of their lives 
continue to hold authority over policies
whose prolonged influence
they personally will not experience.
This ubiquitous legacy 
is the epitome of narcissism. 

Don't they recognize they’ve become villains? 
This rhetorical question warrants consideration.
Their persistent traditions invoke annihilation.

If you are soon to expire,
retire for the remainder of the population;
rest for the rest of us.

In another ghost town,
we can't continue this way anymore.
Our disparity is unsustainable.
Look around at this wasteland, 
we can't continue this way anymore.
Our disparity is unsustainable.

What good are your riches
if your neighbors
can't afford your products & services?
What good are your riches
if your neighbors
can't afford to conduct business?

Would you accept less 
so we could all partake?

You're steadfast, firm like stone.
They're open like water, formless as they flow.
The current erodes the past.  

The world you knew has come to an end.
Do you feel settled and at home?
The world you knew has come to an end
so tell me, do you feel settled and at home?

A rich man can't buy a house from a poor man.
A dried up spring cannot fill another.
Stagnant, this pool has spoiled; non-potable.
So I'll bring the thunder, you'll bring the rain.
Open the floodgates; free the dammed.
Wash away the filth.

Lords reign, engineering purpose
to the design of our desire.
Politically correct, practically incorrect.
Hoarding wealth, more than needed
and more than could be spent.
Flaunting cheap imitations of luxury,
we are animals.

The trauma of betrayal
has influenced our quest for independence
however, there's a minuscule difference
between self-sufficiency and selfishness.
When your body has suffered
perhaps your soul will then be humbled.
Competing by the law of the jungle,
we are animals.

The protocol of our civil union
is not meant to infringe your freedom.
You may stray from the path
as prepared to resist nature's wrath,
we are fighting animals.

Marvel at our infrastructure
'til it's no longer marvelous.
Behold cause & effect at its finest.
Every single one of my gains
are someone else's losses.

People like us are bought & sold.
Enabling the enemy
by the privilege of shared responsibility;
our greatest achievements now possible.
Your success is not your own,
we are social animals.

Breathing down my neck,
I can sense your contempt.
I see the envy in your gaze.
and hear the jealousy in your speech.
You say that I make you look bad.
You don't need me to look bad.

Save yourself the embarrassment
of getting reprimanded.
Pay me what you owe me.
I won't return
empty-handed.

I can juggle 2 or 3 of you in a day
but you wanna play.
Gotta have it my way: every day is payday.

In n' out. Spend it up.
Can't keep me down. I get around.
Don't need a reason to celebrate,
I'm the life of the party.

You talk too much
when it's time to say goodbye.
Say less.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
I'm ready to go, hear my engine rumble.
Get this show on the road.

I don't subscribe
to the Monday to Friday, 9-5 life.
I progressed 0-100
and never looked behind.
With minimal rest,
my 24/7 stamina is the key to my art.
I'm showing up and giving it my all.

My good mood is a reflection
of my balance of duty and leisure.
I'm often active, enabling me
to be passive on a whim.

I am Him.

I've stripped the uniform
and yearn to howl at the moon.
Hear the lone wolf introduce himself.

I've made a new name for myself.
Among the sheep the wool was over my eyes...

I've stripped the uniform
and yearn to howl at the moon.
Hear the lone wolf set his sights
and take a bite at... .The GOAT.

Before birth, where were you?

Who can...
know without a mind?
see without eyes?
hear without ears?
smell without a nose?
taste without a tongue?
feel without nerves?
be present without a body?
create from nothing, something?

We are bombarded with questions,
led to infinite regression.

Welcome reality.

The Order of Sentience
is sensual, intellectual then emotional;
such is The Discernment Theory.

Hurry, it can't be done in the afterlife.

This matter is too heavy,
far bigger than you and I.
Life is too complex to comprehend alone
so let's gather everything we need.

Save your prayer for fools.
You are just a mortal, a man at that.
Misbegotten, apparently you believe
you can influence the gods;
validation confirmation.
If you conclude
everything that has occurred is divine-will
then the half-empty cup is always half-filled
until logic spills its disambiguation.

Observe, research, hypothesize, experiment, document, analyze and conclude.

I am a revenant.

Last time we discussed this
I thought it was an exhaustion to last a lifetime.
Forsaken the digression.
Focus to reach a conclusion.
You've rivaled my conduct, now answer me:
How can anyone believe an act is abominable
then proceed to commit it?

You're predisposed to love sin
though its notion is flawed
and its actor is a fraud.
Surrender to evil
for it's who you are.

We can't relate to the affliction
of the schizophrenic
so we're dismissed as 'anarchists'.
Today ancient word has no merit
when new idols speak.

Face us, accuser as you do your worst.
If karma were to exist, you'd be the most cursed.
Your past would catch up to you with a wrath,
wreaking havoc but you're to blame
when vengeance is thy name.

We decline what you prescribe,
a false dichotomy.
Raise a fist.
We've committed deicide.

We are a different breed,
we live free for here & now;
breed of anarchy.
We are a different breed,
we live free for here & now;
breed of anarchy.
We are a different breed,
we live free for here & now;
breed of anarchy.
We are a different breed,
we live free for here & now...

Make a joyful noise
and bang your head
to the sound of beautiful revelry, yeah.

Making sense of it all, it has you consumed.

"This is true for that is so due to
this is true for that is so due to
this is true for that is so due to this.
If this then that,
it indeed is that therefore it must be this."

I figure your speech is of a fool...
'Sugar-coated'
for your noxious rejection of the assertive.
Here comes what's good for you...
consume the tangible.

I figure your speech is of a fool.
Truth is not a requisite of belief
nor is belief a requisite of truth;
it is what it is with or without you.

"Starve your doubts to feed your faith," they say,
“You're safe in your safe-space."
"Starve your doubts to feed your faith," they say,
“You're safe in your safe-space."
You're only fooling yourself.

Welcome to the real world.
Soon you will realize that our opinion
does not require your permission
and that no one's comfort is their damn right.
Pardon my lack of discretion for the faint of mind.

Making sense of it all, it has you consumed.
Here comes what's good for you...
consume the tangible.

Truth is not a requisite of belief
nor is belief a requisite of truth;
it is what it is with or without you.

"Starve your doubts to feed your faith," they say,
“You're safe in your safe-space."
"Starve your doubts to feed your faith," they say,
“You're safe in your safe-space."
You're only fooling yourself.

I hear you talking
but your words just aren't speaking to me.
Speak up, speak up.

I can't trust anyone 
who sacrifices an innocent being 
and deems it as 'good'. 

Does it make sense?
Am I misunderstanding?
I can't help myself, 
unaware of the details...
Trying to conceive reality 
with a mind that fails
 to recognize authenticity.
If free will is an illusion,
I can't decide my motivation.
Forbidden, I am your victim.
Please, grant me wisdom.
Oh God, show yourself.
I don't want to believe, 
I want to know. 

Even if God made Himself indisputably known 
then my concern would not be whether He exists
rather if I should obey His commandments.  

I rebuke God 
in the name of mankind. 
Us versus you, 
truth versus fiction. 
In this holy war 
I've committed deicide
and left you to carry...
the burden of proof. 

If you are convinced that we are sojourners,
assert sovereignty.
He is The Lord so commit a first-degree felony:
Subvert The Judicial Government,
incur capital punishment.
Feels like you're lukewarm.
Summon a martyr.

If you are confident that we are terrestrial,
assert righteousness.
Nothing is Sacred so commit a grave sin.
Blaspheme The Holy Spirit,
incur divine retribution.
Feels like you're tepid.
Summon a wise man.

In the seas of uncertainty
you’ve become one with the waves of doubt.
Your vernacular is esoteric and quite profound
yet we don't get it.
By clear and gushing refreshment
we are quenched.
You're neither hot nor cold
so we vomit you out of our mouths;
you're no longer worth talking about.
You're childish and child-like.
Mature. Adults are occupied.

Your pulpit rests on an ornate altar;
your glamorous stage of trickery.
You conduct a masquerade.
You are the impostor.
You illustrate 'a better way to live'
behind closed doors.
You always reach inside only to pull out
what wasn’t there before.
You are the illusionist.

You liar, you liar, you aren’t a medium.
You’re just crafty with syntax.
You liar, you liar, you aren’t a prophet.
You are the charlatan.

It is easy to disguise witty sly as fact
when you shout so loud
there’s never talking back.
You deceive worse than 'the enemy'.
You are the predator; you are the beast.

You don’t care, you want them in despair
to keep them coming to your lair.
You babble and roar in a foreign tongue,
breathing into their lungs
Preaching, always breathing,
seething hymns of false hope into the young.
Fasting; they're just starving,
more misery for the smug.

You are the leader of the cult.
You built your fortress from their tithes.
I am the illuminator
shining light on your darkest lies.