The Pepperman and the Primitive Future

I OPENED A DOOR TO A PRIMITIVE WORLD, AT THE VERY SAME TIME, SOME KIND OF A BURROW IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE, SUCH A PLACE COULD EXIST. THIS WAS THE FUTURE, WITH A PRIMITIVE TWIST. THEY'RE REALLY NOT PEOPLE, BUT A LOT MORE LIKE SLAVES. CONTROLLED AND CONDITIONED BY FREQUENCY WAVES. WITH NO SENSE OF LOGIC, AND NO SENSE OF REASON. THEY LIVE ON THE STREETS REGARDLESS OF SEASON. THEY MUMBLE AND GRUNT, THEY'RE NOT UNDERSTOOD. FROM MY POINT OF VIEW THIS IS THEIR HOOD. SKY SCRAPING BUILDINGS ONE BLOCK AWAY. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN, WAS LIKE NITE AND DAY. WITH THE PALM OF THEIR HAND , THEY'RE OPENING DOORS. THEY ENTER AN ERA, WHERE THEY COMPETE TO DO CHORES. IT REALLY MAKES SENSE, WHY THEY WON'T SPEAK A WORD. EVERY SOUND AND THOUGHT CAN BE HEARD. THEY SUBMIT TO THE MASTERS, AND NEVER COMPLAIN. DO WHAT THEY'RE TOLD BY THE MENTALLY INSANE. PHYSICALLY ABUSED, MENTALLY AS WELL. APPEARS TO ME THEY'RE LIVING IN HELL. WHEN LEAVING THE OFFICE THEY TAKE THEIR PRESCRIPTION. WHAT TAKES PLACE AT THE OFFICE HAS RULES AND RESTRICTIONS. THEY'LL RETURN TOMORROW, AS IF NOTHING IS WRONG. BETWEEN THE HOURS, THEIR MINDS ARE GONE. THEY'RE LIVING IN HELL ON THE COLD STREETS. JUST ONE BLOCK AWAY , THEY'RE FEELING HELLS HEAT. TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS. LIKE NITE AND DAY. WHEN THE OFFICES CLOSE THE STREET PEOPLE PLAY. OUT OF THEIR MINDS. OUT ON THE STREETS. REACHING NEW HIGHS, AND INCREDIBLE FEATS. WHEN THE MEDS WEAR OFF AND THEY'RE READY TO SLEEP. THEY MAKE THEIR WAY BACK, TO THEIR SPOT ON THE STREET. THIS IS A WORLD THAT YOU'LL NEVER FORGET. A FEW PEOPLE LIVE MOST LIVE TO REGRET. Michael E. Harris 11192022