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 happiness and peace 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, we should be forever grateful to be in the shadow of their pseudo shine for 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 buzzards drown.