large empty spaces,
walled by ominous faces,
threaten our sacred places
away from tedious races,
In each of these cases,
fear of condemnation chases,
away all hedonistic traces.
So savor passionate embraces
as cold austere industry replaces,
our natural graces
those games it seems
have corrupted our dreams
Now fill our sadness with terrible screams,
to feed the prodigent masses;commerce craz'd fiends
will there ever be an end,
was there ever a true friend
that wasn't also an enemy
Take two pills for pain
only to take two pills again-
-since when were we ever free
"misinformation shelter me!"
-salacious.muse
*creative.commons 2007