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The Machine
First, let me explain how I will start You see, I came today just to share my art I didnt come here with cute lil anecdotes, Or with names of fame & their over used quotes. Nor with fanciful ways of describing birds, Only sharp & blunt words & descriptive verbs. That force themselves out of me from a lack & meaning To provide more depth to a world thats needing A little more purpose & a lot more feeling Than these shallow puppets of masses conceding To mundane routines, resulting in a severe psychosis. Your humanity is filtered out through reverse osmosis. Like a parasite inside, you are who the host is Recruiting consumer militia to proportions atrocious Using propaganda, advertising & the media. Through all their Jargon, & babble, The pompous work & kneed you Then flog & beat you Til youre damn near see through Then they put you through the grinder & cast their mold & Wrap you up in plastic, packaged to be sold Spit out fraudulent cookie cutter beings Each looks the same, the Cretans Cloning & breeding Multiplying like paper, daisy chain figures holding hands descending Into revolutions of a loop with cycles never ending
Yes, this a well-greased machine. That was constructed to indoctrinate! Sole purpose to subjugate & swiftly assimilate! Ignorant flocks into their mates!
But I think I made my point, so allow me to retort. To sum this up bluntly, here, Ill put this short
They leave it to beaver the boys And Bettie Crocker the girls In easy bake ovens To control the world S.M. Hall 2005
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