The wheel of fortune slowly spins out of sight,
and finally Vanna White
extends middle finger in unspoken delight.
A "Fuck You"
to mainstream media pouring out
propaganda through subliminal saturation.
Those scenes of serpentine
psycho babble rabbles
mystically portray Babylon
in on itself,
eversed with a stealthily spoken wealth.
Hidden vision to protect my mental health.
The toxins fill the airwaves gutting the lungs
of our little hypnotized children.
Replacing achievement for...lotto dreams.
Propaganda society projects
skinny equals perfect ugly equals out.
They tell you things
that make you question your religion
give up your self-integrity,
point out your flaws for the world
to see.
The flaws that make you YOU
and make me…. Me..
My generation never learned
to be ready to defend heretical beliefs
from the steady flow of pride
thieving simpletons.
Will happiness come
when the powers at be staple barcodes
of their reality upon each man, woman and child,
erasing all beauty
of imperfections humanity.
Perfect is sworn nemesis of good.
Evolution is a paradoxical timeline
that defies defined time and space.
I tend to like watching
over-believers preach
I’m damned in this world
unless
I repent; save my soul?
My soul died
when they traded away my freedom!
Barter "free will" away
when nothing is gained in the trade.
It's a twisting eternally shifting maze
zig zagging around the traps that they laid.
Catching thoughts crashing dreams,
nothing can break the unseen.
The darkness crawls
clawing fog during the dark night.
Morning sucks out
the life of bright.
The light of despair
burnt bright,
yet I reached inside
to peel back the layers.
............
Media, teenagers, reveling in this dark,
these 'dark ones' all scoffing
at your prayers
to redeem what you've lost,
forfeited at your cost.
Even though they provoked you
they too have evoked you
your spirit of self
that they just wish to sap.
Taking and taking
til you want to snap
Next up is laziness,
won't even dig an inch?
End up 6 feet below where you started
and we're in a pinch,
seems our collective soul
departed
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And Vanna White
appears each night,
spinning the wheel in glory and appeal.
Silent and glittering bright
extending her middle finger
quietly behind back.
Some of us..understand,
And others
simply too saturated
to give a damn.
Now where the hell
did I put that remote.
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