Sunday, January 02, 2022


Conformity is strapped across my face
A baby blue confession of disgrace
In order to obtain the goods I need
I will comply with lords of corporate greed

I pass my fellow livestock in the aisles
With downcast eyes and undetected smiles
Another year of flattening the curve
Accepting we are only here to serve

Remembering lost days of liberty
We all believed that we were truly free
But liars weren’t content to simply steal
They want to hear us beg for our next meal

It’s time for everyone to just refuse
At this point there is not that much to lose
We’ll either die from a bug we can’t control
Or demons who are hungry for our souls.

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