Rant
They want whats theirsThey want whats yours
They want you at home
Behind your locked doors
Where your children will quickly
Forget how to read
But the TV will give all the info they need
They want you frightened
And feeling worthless
As you trudge through your life
Morbid and mirthless
Meanwhile all the bullsh*t
Bubbles around you
They won`t be content till they`ve bloody well drowned you.
They happily offer, illusion of choice
Then slap you with laws to silence your voice
Spread blankets of fear
To muffle unrest
So you`ll thank them for caring
And feel you are blessed
In the jail that you pay for
To light and to heat
And a four wheeled tax cow
Makes your life complete
You build for the future
But your walls will collapse
While bankers torment you
With monitoring Apps
Which beep at your spending
And make you aware
Your overdraft exceeded
The line they drew there.
Meanwhile Corporate Con men
Have found the last chink
In your armour of rights
(Its the water you drink)
Some ruthless creep
With assistants to match
Will package and pipe it
Then charge by the batch
The drought is your fault
For you paved your front lawn
Now as you live from the day you were born
To the day that you die
Are recycled and gone
The circle of vultures continuing on
We all can be proud
Of the progress in this
Recommending E.T.
Should give us a miss
And keep searching the stars
For a species more sane
Or Zap us with heat rays
And start off again.
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-04-14 at 21:48
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