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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 didn’t 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 that’s 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 you’re 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, I’ll 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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