Fed on Garbage – a poem
Fed on Garbage
Fed on garbage
Unable to think.
Crammed full of lies
From the fetid stink.
Gameshow and reality TV
Soaps and distractions
In the land of the free.
Controlled by the ruling faction
All the way to death
Right from the first contraction.
Manipulated and fed the fake
By a bunch of greedy bastards
On the take.
Opher 17.6.2018
We’re all brought up to be good consumers and not to think. They don’t want anybody upsetting the apple cart. They like it as it is. The establishment are quite happy keeping everybody distracted while they are busy raking in the profits.
It’s cheap to keep people quiet.
Roll out the computer games, ratchet up the drugs. Produce the TV shows and soaps.
Keep ‘em quiet.
There’s money to be made.