you see it in your heart and dreams
each your desires elicited by society whose wish is for you to give in
give into conformity
give up your hopes
to let your selves be swayed by image and word
that float in the skies
and are driven into the ground

everyday you see the most forceful attempts to make you give in
yet you cannot avert your eyes
every open perspective and space
is invaded by
photos and smiles
while you lie tucked tightly between glass and steel
cuddling close with auditory pleasantries spewed forth by mechanical beings
that burn them selves deep,
into the inner sanctum of the mind
erasing any and every idea that you have indivuality or are in control
simply because

every scenario has been scripted, rhymed and timed
set between blocks disinformation
to swivel your focus
away from the idea
nothing is new to you or to them
it has been shown to you 6 times every hour, 144 times a day

T.V. is not entertainment
it is a succubus that reaches deep into your pockets and
grabs hold of your wallet
before climbing close and whispering into your ears
leaving subliminal tones that resonate in the ambience

telling you what you have to own
what you cannot live without
don't you, the dictator of your life, inherently know these things?
why listen to these incessant voices
speaking in inspirational or calming words followed by... Call now
before flowing into a string of gibberish
da ta da ta da ta da
may cause itchiness, bloody nose, numbness, psychedleic hallucinations, burning eyes, dissolution of self, and sometimes death

these are foreign powers
that reside on black cushions
behind maple desks and
exhale ethereal halos
we know their intentions,
but we trust them with open arms and hands

while introducing to us the familiar slavery,
we live our lives by
continually excepting what is thrown in our path
and as long as it is accompanied by a little jingle
how can care when all you here is this
ringing in your mind and annoying you to death
even though every time you here it
thoughts and feelings are inserted through your finger tips
like puppet strings
talk dragging you forward
sewing your mouth shut
restricting your movements to only those
of shelling out
your last
five dollars