Dismantle

Suits and ties

And wads of paper,

The faux-constructs

Of faux-creators.

 

Circuses

Of “Breaking News”

Ringmasters

/ TV crews.

 

Paradigms

To herd the sheep,

To keep the thinkers

Fast asleep.

 

Thoughts reduced

To two dimensions;

Screens that scream

Of misdirection,

 

Regurgitating

The revered myth,

The grand old lie

The system spits

 

THE BLIND PURSUIT

OF COMMODITY

WILL KEEP YOU SAFE

AND SET YOU FREE

 

RESPECT OUR ARBITRARY

AUTHORITY

WE’RE NOT JUST MONKEYS

KILLING TREES.

 

Blah blah blah

The machine groans loud

Until dissent

Is mostly drowned.

 

But in the quiet

Of star-lit night

Even sheep

Can wonder why

 

It makes any sense, on

A round space-rock,

To sit at desks

And worship clocks.