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
Copyright © Jake Aller | Year Posted 2016
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