The Bunions of Kings and Queens
They want you stoned, emotionally stiff and complacent,
They heavily promote distraction and division
to manipulate the drones into a low-frequency madness.
They desire mules pulling overloaded barges
up and down a dead-end canal
christened a sixty-hour work week.
Within the illusion of hope and free will
they want goldfish people popping placebo pills,
Swimming round and round in a plutonium fishbowl.
Pooping out unicorns and rainbows and cheap thrills.
Unfeeling to the tuna nets closing fast
deaf to the locking of the chains.
They pray for drones with mash meal brains, thinking it honorable
to be sucking bunions off their kings and queens.
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