~Skin Tight Illusions~

The night left the world to burn,
a Human lament of time lost them the Moon,
as the neon dawn flickered into fossil death fed life,
the City heaved a leaden breath,
and false day began the harvest,
where into the seizure,
 light bright night,
sneaks the government agent 'vice',
seeking the company of human misery,
as the concrete lips of a metropolis whore clamps
down on the fetid cock of consumer greed,
that hungrily coaxes the Sterling seed,
as guilt shovels red tape turds into the gaping and expectant
mouths of the ‘Work Til You Dies”
pinstripe clones of the brain washed west,
conditioned creatures of futile drudgery,
the media drugged slave in his golden cage,
berating the ‘Free To Screw After Breakfast’ crowd,
brightly dressed and one third proud,
a rainbow cause, a black cause,
a white cause, a bored cause,
all causes of the causeless complainers,
dressed in pink skin tight branded delusions,
only the most popular and expensive will do,
slurping on high protein illusions,
of sculpted hair and orange tanned skin,
who’ll soon call themselves a race,
and champion their cause, to bleat blindly within the herd,
and fuck into mindless oblivion,
with designer drugs and cheap tasting pricey liquor,
two days of every five don’t think, the other five think just enough,
were you to think past money’s honeyed snatch, you’d be a danger,
stay numb and compliant buying false comfort,
as ‘The Man’ harvests another piece of your soul,
you spit downtrodden mantras daily at the free,
as you drown in mass ego jealousy,
cashing in breath and blood...




©David Nickle Read 2016
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