They think it's a secret we don't get
but
we knew long ago.

TV's were the morphine on which we could all dream
but
that dream went West,
second best,
the World wide web and how
Johnny Reb would have loved it.

Now I'm being fed largactil
in the hope that I keep still
they **** me and poke.

I need a cigarette,
they say
smoking will **** me
which has nothing to do
with the revenue they
earn from me.

I love telling them to shove it
where the sun does not shine.

If the meek truly inherit the earth
then I look forward to
what is to be mine.