Freedom To Lie and Polish Our Path Evenly

Freedom/ slavery gestalt What productions ensue To get ahead and sequester the wealth Without sacrificing leisure or health Traditional paths wrought Meet fault lines of fatal constraint Free market bettors know ahead To furnish class and a swollen bed Its a good lie to tell And what an enduring spell Melting technologies, the wry adjustment Polishing gold on titanic buttress Be a good slave And your freedom you will earn Having much leisure to burn And satisfy luminous craving Model generations smugly implode As the pension strategies erode A numb cynical idea circulating Running out the daylight in futility All these antiques are left The relics creak about in their shanty house Framing wall paper and arranging eyelids As they cling to a spiral demise