from under the table
a child begs
and pleads
for someone to make
majesty
or
sense
of its fantasies.
but its fantasies will have to do.
everything outside of
the tables skirt
is so preposterous,
so devoid of character.

"None are more hopelessly enslaved
than those who falsely believe
they are free."

your thoughts
are being broadcast.

four squares
will make a square
on the sea
or in the sky.

cram em in
get em fat
so they cant leave.

cook em up
and serve em
to the next rush.

the tortured
entertain the slaves

built to work

built to build graves.

when the lights
come through our sky
we'll try
to leave our bodies behind.