Invasion of the Manikins
Can you hear the hypnotic hum of the production line?
Education Rehabilitation factories rolling out images of humans made of plastic and wood.
Minds are erased of parental guidance.
Memory banks programmed with political correctness.
Manikin, manikin
Original thought, personal passions, is like a stick of dynamite, it will splinter their heads.
They are invading our world.
Replacing our friends and family, when they go to sleep.
Don’t allow them to erase your original thought, snuff out the polite to your burning passions.
Beware of the manikins, manikins.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo 5/4/2020
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