Creature of the 80's

I’m fascinated with the collection of bad facts
I gather up data
Performing performative acts
And I try to relax by concentrating on my breathing
But then I begin to buckle
Because I’ve been having trouble speaking
Come talk to me
I assume the same of you, so speak freely my G
Most people I meet I meet at sponsored happy hours
Or unaffordable meals
Tell me, which way’s out?
I cannot feel a thing
Just put me down
I’m sorry for the curare-dipped dart in my neck
For a decade I been at the same party
And there’s some norms I’m starting to forget
And I never once dreamed. My whole life seems to be
A drawn-out re-enactment of the absent space
Between a light’s blinking
I’m fragile in the face of my own nothingness
Like a failed acting career
Cut and paste me into late night infomercial guest spots
Appearances in retellings of sci-fi novel plots
Cuddled up into the cosmos, I’m cozy in juggernauts
Waterboarded on suburban marble kitchen counter tops
I don’t vote or pay taxes, I’m an incapacitated astronaut
And I’m not the one who started this
Pretty soon I’ll be sleeping in on Saturdays
Subjected to wage garnishments
«I miss doing ratchet shit with ratchet friends.»
Now with so much of the past behind me
If I come back after I die, I want to be reborn in the 90's
I’m a creature of the 80's
That means I got one finger on the pulse
The other nine all carpel tunneled and twitching crazy
George, I only made this album
So you could see I never gave up rapping
It’s just all changed somehow
Like you and me
The process has been taxing
And I can barely see you now
But I see you in the flower bed where you’re laughing
This is X-47 to the captain
Can you tell us what’s happening?