Honk louder for our protest than for theirs
Gliding on grease and plastic on pavement
Scream "woo-hoo!" at your TV from the stairs
Emblem and anthem of your enslavement
Big brother as you know is watching you
With one eye on his applause-o-meter
In the form of millions of well-fed drones
Hoping that you will be a repeater
The volunteers are standing by the phones
Rank on rank and ready with smiles of steel
Though they are not actually volunteers
But those sworn to make this unreal life real
So they must be strong social engineers
Though unsung unloved and quite classified
Who listen so well since they are all ears
And are immortal because they have died
When they gave their lives for your liberty
To teach you that freedom is slavery
Mechanical slaves of the agency
If I knew what to tell you why would I
Presume to preclude your own exploration?
And if it were my secret why should I
Not keep it for my own edification?
Yet if I knew what to tell you I would
Should I find an extra answer to share
Though so far I have never understood
Not even close though I hope to get there
Something good might happen to me today
Though it started off depressing as hell
At noon I feel almost hopeful (daresay)
That my tragic comedy might just sell
"Plaudite amici!" Jingle all the way!
When it comes to "commedia finita est"
Gliding on grease and plastic on pavement
Remember to applaud but then forget the rest
Scream "woo-hoo!" at your TV from the stairs
We never got ours but they sure got theirs
Emblem and anthem of our enslavement
Perplexed, what is wrong with all this, it keeps the masses happy, it used to be the church, somebody got to do it, you don't want them going berserk in the streets, this is all intelligently planed out, don't ruin it, you could start an avalanche, Yours the controller, ha, Like what you said and how you said it, hits pretty close to home. Schoenen Tag Lance!
Hello Steven,
Oh My!!
I Hope Big Brother Isn't Watchin Me...I Don't Partake In That Stuff,
I don't trust donations anyway. No Matter The Boo's of a Crowd....
Dare I Say I March To My Own ;)...hummmm I'd say you do too!!
That thing about secret intrigues me.....reminds me of Red Cross dividends on disbursements for some reason....
(well after they take the cut for their needs first) or do they?
Interesting write Steven.
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Oh My!!
I Hope Big Brother Isn't Watchin Me...I Don't Partake In That Stuff,
I don't trust donations anyway. No Matter The Boo's of a Crowd....
Dare I Say I March To My Own ;)...hummmm I'd say you do too!!
That thing about secret intrigues me.....reminds me of Red Cross dividends on disbursements for some reason....
(well after they take the cut for their needs first) or do they?
Interesting write Steven.
I Hope Something Good Happens To Your Today!!
Embrasse'
Vickie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.