Smoke and mirrors wed
Inhaling reflected tobacco
Getting filled with dread
By a distraction taco
Take your eye off the ball
As they bounce you out
While they have it all
And the truth you doubt
Political Punch
Overflowing the jug
Crumbled credit crunch
Swept under the rug
When you watch TV
Believing their proof
Blinded by fuckery
And don’t see the truth.
The more that you learn
The less you know
People grow concerned
Like Pinocchio’s nose
Falsity is believed
By conduit of media
Minds malicious; mislead
Fear amplified by tedium
They turn us into drones
While we fly their flags
Social media, iPhones
Distracting hashtags
It’s a sad situation
Absurd and obscene
For a blinded generation
Watching television screens.
The Mockingbird calls the shots
While politicking puerile plots
The blood it coagulates and clots
And History memory forgot.
Tears pour down Sorrow’s cheek
Hope cries out bruised and bleak
A universal losing streak
Would you want this Earth if you were meek?
The sense of loss from Zeitgeist’s grief
Innocents incur broke belief
Future frowns at Tomorrow’s thief
While pulling teeth for pure relief.
They live and they earn
Is that all that it’s worth?
Will they ever learn? Nope.
Entitled from birth
There’s nothing to mourn
But a sheer sense of pity
The rich reap and yawn
While consuming The City
Their Cabinet shelf
Never knows a true home
Only money and wealth
So don’t ever you moan
In Common there’s nothing
Not House nor salary
They’ll smile while bluffing
A fabricated analogy
They’re out of touch
Like Savile’s fingers
They let him off the hook
But his smoke still lingers
You don’t really matter
Just a vote in the ballot
They’ll eat and get fatter
While criticising your palate.
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