Hammer them hard enough they'll fit in any hole you like
the poets and the revolutionaries
integrity splintered
Bleeding hearts pumping hollow threats onto barren soil
hammer them hard they'll fit
threaten to offer enough
Offer threats and platitudes sealed with a healing fist
be a good slave and we'll let you live
fit in the hole and forget your dreams
now you're sleeping on our time
And we'll fill all the blanks in with saccharine sunshine
and drugs to calm the fragile mind
and you'll soon forget you ever felt
numbness and lethargy your only consolation
as the ashes of your life lie scattered on the ticking clock
you have all the time we take
We'll sing you mass produced assembly line lullaby's
from the teevee where we taught you the answers reside
and you'll lap it up like a hungry dog
You'll dial the number on the screen
and a soothing voice on the other end
will tell you that we really care
and that will be enough
In a world where the nearest anyone comes to meaning
is staying tuned
not touching that dial
being right back after this word
The seat still warm
the hole still fits but ever deepens
to reduce the world to a distant chink of flickering light
But by now your fear is gone
a distant memory, along with all the rest of your emotions
stripped away while you were busy trying to float
trying to escape the quicksand of your life
The life we made for you
The life that sucked you down
deep down into the hole you swore you'd never fit
but we hammered you hard enough
You watch too much TV.
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(obligatory)
Bump.
I like this.