Information vegetables, but we can't even eat ourselves,
A t.v. dinner, a web dressed with weird coloid salad dressing,
good messing without even trying to, the good people stuck in the middle,
but the bad ones, who is anyone really to say?
they still have kids, still see something in the dark and run away,
they manufacture the darkness, and everyone is scared,
a society of fear dominates the weak, because weakness often cares a lot,
And the squeaks of the plenty aren't heard as they're more whimpers,
If anyone even voices discontent.
And if you think differently, you are a mainstream dissenter,
If you walk, you are made and going down the wrong road,
if you cry, your thought to be in pain,
If you complain too much, you might as well be a terrorist,
If you eat raw ****, you can come under unsightly jurisdiction,
if you breath, you get carbon dioxide and pollution,
if you breed, you end up to your neck in bills and the kid is ill,
If you if, you might be denied a certain type of living,
just for lifting up the blanket.
For an opportunity,
parents slaved,
and kids aren't responsible for their parents labor debt,
Nor the parents for the kiddos mistakes after a certain age,
But i want this age of untrust to end,
and begin a cooperation full,
of many people living as humans fully,
And not just living to scoop coal into a machine that doesn't care about human life,
Add arms and torso next, this culture will eat anything.
Informed both the shark infested waters and an unsinkable,
all protective life vest,
but why in anything but you, you deep down, invest?
Goodwill is a currency that will stand any economic shock.
At least, i love to be around where it is in good stock.
But people don't know what to buy into,
information sinks to the bottom of a well, and no sources draw deep,
Any story telling, your wits about you do keep.
Nasty weaves need some poking to see through.
And yes, i've been dancing with the media myths lately,
but i have to say i am, in regards to legends, a heartless lover,
Read it well, access it, digest the reception, and then leave it cold.
Lies are stories, these broadcast fabrications, that i cannot hold.
And here i may be accused of odd loving and leaving them for dead, but
Since no one likes faulty fictions and newsreels, please don't call the cops!