Join their waves of mind drudgery,
sludgy feet circling endlessly.
Worn, threadbare bones creak,
but they will take away any
unsteady feelings within, drugged up
on apathy, as your movements provide
power for the hypnotic microwave beams.
Pulsing their messages into collective heads.
They want you to cut away
every last part of the child within.
Leave it petrified in a mental funhouse
somewhere on an island far away.
They want you stamped, tagged and certified.
Join their waves of mind drudgery,
sludgy feet circling endlessly.
Worn, threadbare bones creak,
but they will take away any
unsteady feelings within, drugged up
on apathy, as your movements provide
power for the hypnotic microwave beams.
Pulsing their messages into collective heads.
Identical clones of you, slopping along
to the same wretched marching beat
of a million circling feet. Ants in a petri dish lie.
They want you to throw away the toys, throw
away mystery, bleat the same lie-ridden story.
In exactly the same speech tone.
They preach on. This cabal from some
weird phantom zone, they have been here
all along, so why haven't we noticed them
over such a time frame? Or ever dared to
give them a name?
Spread the disease, it's airborne
but no mask will stop it breaching.
It's in the very words we are speaking.
Why do they want to unplug
our child side so much?
Ignore imaginary friends,
block out those things that sit
on the edge of an excitable brain.
Not yet plugged into the mainframe,
not yet being fed with the
plunging tunnels of dread,
the sinkholes of adulthood.
Ignore the doors
that sit where no door should sit.
Where no other side connects.
Ignore windows, clearly visible
on the outside, that are nowhere to find
when taking corridors in your stride.
These people would never lie
or have anything to hide,
the echo chamber chimes.
The media propaganda machine
will always feed the beast
that keeps them purposely blind.
Ignore the pathways that start and stop
in the middle of nowhere, just focus on
paper money routes to misery, of joy it can
only sing in a falsetto falsehood.
Not the thousands of paper cuts
from all the lies that they bring.
Why do they want to unplug
our child side so much?
Why do they want us to stop
bathing in colours of love?
Is it because these beings are colourblind
and that puts us in their blind spot?
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