Hooked

Flower beds of planted seeds Among the harvests' reaping trees Paper derived from milking fleas And capital reigning overseas A newborn's debt His fate is sealed With no regret He becomes congealed Trapped within the satire set His contributions un-revealed Lions bicker unrestrained Crows feast upon the dead and dying And plastic falls from empty shelves The rain tap-taps on bloody stains Corporate grease in thermic frying We listen to the winds whisper by ourselves The people ransom off their pain Centralizing pleasure within the lying Addiction lies in lies themselves