Inflationary Growth of Love

Talking head simulation Paves my road for me Posing plentiful blessings Preaching a truth I must come to.... Im rotting on the wooden precipice They want me to clean up their lawn I'm deteriorating from lack of integration Because love is inflated with clown faces Reach into the pockets to prop up the game Fortune is all self-gain Humanism is self-ideology Newly authorized to sell toothpaste to minors What became of community bridging effort? Did it collapse under the weight Stip mining, then outsourcing for foreign tongues? That cannot see the workings of this heart