Poet Trapped Inside the Beast

I have the heart of a poet Trapped deep within The soul of the beast Everyday I get up And put on my dark Bureaucratically correct uniform I turn off my soul Put on my phony smile And my plastic ideas And go forth To do battle With all the other soulless automats The nameless govbots The evil faceless bureaucrats That infests this swamp by the river The body snatchers came a long time ago They won We are all slaves to the system The system is not evil It is beyond such concerns No the system’s goal Is complete surrender Of our creativity The poet trapped within Screams I want out The bureaucrat Bends over and says Twelve years until retirement Then I’ll let you out for a spin Before locking you up for another century The bosses don’t care They merely exist to do the bidding Of the masters of the Universe The evil creatures who bought our souls Years ago And control our every thought With TV and media and constant monitoring Independent thought is illegal Don’t you know that by now And so the poet remains trapped Lonely, all alone Surrounded by the body snatched victims Of the evil system We call the Government Escape while you can Get off the net Get off the computer Run away far far away But remember there is no escape They are everywhere The brain dead soulless automats The govbots The evil faceless bureaucrats We call government workers They are everywhere Watching out for independence and free thought They are coming after me The poet screams And is neutralized and destroyed And I am now a happy corporate slave Working for the government With my soul lobotomized for the greater good At the end of the millennium We find the truth There is no god to save us From what we have become Smash the system Escape while you can For they will find you And put you Back into the suit of conformity God is not dead He has also been coopted Given money, and followers The Christian Coalition Controls God But one day God will escape his prison And free us all From the tyranny of the corporate monsters Who control our fate And then only then Will we be free Until that day The poet deep inside Prays, works and undermines The Government-Corporate master plan The end of the world is upon us God is coming back Or perhaps it is the devil that is coming Or Maybe the Lord Buddha or the Prophet Mohammed But one day Mankind will be free