Goldfish in a Rose Stemmed Glass
We were once bejeweled dolphins frolicking.
Within the starry glitter of a spiritual sea.
Our freedoms were gilded and fathomless.
Then eyeless ogres of mayhem and madness
Steadily parched our peace and happiness.
Tempered our smiles, muffled our clicks...
Until there was nothing but blackness left.
They've molded us into skittish goldfish.
Trapped us in their rose-stemmed glasses.
Feeding us a few rancid flakes at a time.
Dictating that we should be forever grateful.
To be in the shadow of their pseudo shine.
Riding their plastic sextants and jagged kindness.
Thinking we need them to center our lives.
Dunking these vote-centric peckers is paramount.
Now kick back, smoke a blunt, watch the blue buzzards drown.
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