Everybody yearns for times that
Are simpler man.
That Leave it to Beaver shit is a
Fairy tale in a well marketed
Soup can.
The politicians feed you the commercial,
You buy it,
You consume,
You assume
It is presumed
That
The product
Will NOT
Put you in your
Tomb.
The idea will enrich,
And make that switch
Only
To fool you bitch,
As it makes a small
Population rich
While a large amount
Feel the pinch.
You feel untouched
Living in the warm blanket
Hidden from the corrupt.
Your eyes glued to Netflix
Streaming the latest 90’s
Sitcom slush.
Your brains fall out,
Churned to mush.
I can’t tell whether you are blind
OR
You choose to hide
Staying behind
Unwilling to be kind
Hating smarter minds
While you raise your
Trump signs
Still eating those dishonest
Lines
And puking them out
Like blaming Marilyn Manson for
Columbine.
Those lies are so easily seen,
You blame them, those, she, he,
Trans, pan, and every color
Between.
Stop worrying about how you grew up.
Changing America and handing it to
The corrupt.
People just want to live free.
Don’t you see?
That trans penis won’t bother you or me.
Unless you’re afraid
That you really want one to
Swallow your “D?”
You can’t revive the past.
The future is here.
Accept,
Refresh,
Let it appear!
With
Kindness, hope, love, and liberty
The country only grows
Stronger.
With hate, fear, and political profiteers
The road to Hell
Simply gets longer.
