fauxcroft

Are you part of the machine

Or are you a product on the conveyor belt,

Are you unable to break free from this

Have you ever bowed, curtsied or knelt,

In awe of this controlling system

Where as mice and animals you tend,

To be subjugated right in front of them,

And do you allow yourself to be oppressed

By the authoritarian, fascistic bastards,

Worried that if you say just how you feel

That you’ll be ridiculed and blasted,

And do you live a life you never wanted

And when you finally see it, it’s too late,

And then it’ll make you bitter and angry

And you’ll take that and all your hate

To your final resting place called the grave.