slave

I am a slave
I yearn to be free
but every way I turn
society is against me

I want to give
they only want to take
I want to love
they only want my rape

I need peace
they give me confusion
I need security
they give me bitter lies

I bestow myself upon myself
Lest we throw me away

One small lump of trash in a landfill
of human waste and excrement

Or is that exactly what we are
Waste, to be wasted
Forgotten, to forget again
Another scorching fire
burning our shame to dust
Show me the meaning
In inhuman animal lust
It seems so pointless,
a pursuit in pleasure
yet our entire implanted existance
surrounds us, forcing us to be
considering options, ability so dirty
a play on our stand of insecurity
mental penetration by the ritz
forcing us to not want ourselves
when the desirable have no issues
which cannot be solved with money
we have neither glamour or cash
our future, our mind, is their cigarrette ash

find a convinient disposal
for the byproduct of desire
blow it up, make it large
see the volcano grow higher
as we all sink deeper
into the valley of dispair
how many voices need to scream
before one is finally heard?
how much stock must be bred
before we diffuse the human herd

so what is my rallying cry?
ESCAPE, SAVE YOURSELF
while you still can
before programming continues
during a personal commercial break
consider what you are absorbing
at a breakneck speed faster then
you are allowed to think

freedom is in a car, personal ability
to transport, lug and maim as you see fit
complete responsibility in a killing machine
the armor plating is hard, unyielding,
except to another of it’s kind
then the shell bends like taffy
to protect the soft pink core
of course, to be of the elite few
with armor plated carry-alls
give up all your dreams
work for the man eternal
imagination is for children
and toil is the american way
imagination is also for criminals
who buy the law with ill gotten gains
evildoers arn’t only citizens of need
most don’t even use a gun
to kill, just a briefcase and suit
yet each brings a smile to the room
as they are ripping off your soul

ESCAPE, SAVE YOURSELF
capture it in snippets
whatever few words may spawn
use our mighty technology
for something besides more ill
our mass increases exponentially
yet we only grow old, decrepit and ugly
when can we be free to express ourselves?
only for profit, in the stores
so is it any wonder why there is no art?
Worhol at the printing press
layering colors over Monroe
fame feeds on fame
fortune stays in the families
we’re all fed a manufactured dream
and expected to eat our weeping
when harsh, biting reality sets in
there is no beauty, only bullshit
any multi-purpose term for what you are not
without the appropriate consumer industry
made to appease the weak and feed the top

sheep, at least, have a shepard to claim
we only have ourselves to blame
for making greed a survival instinct
trust is only for the foolish, proud,
disillusioned idealists which plague
our economic powerhouse machine
our reinforced manufactured dream

I am just a slave to the machine
I am part of the collective dream
I want life, so dearly to be, simple, fulfilled and free
Yet it cannot, in this sick, demanding society

unless i close my eyes
and forever escape
to a better place
where i can be with
another of my race
where i can be content,
excited and free
where i can feel wanted
for just being me

then i can know
terms of truest slavery