Write this
Do that
Finish this
As it appears 
That the sight of humanity is slipping 
To that of completion 
Then the time 
Of connection
That we wish to be 
One among a collection 
Of our useless junk
Lay upon your plastic infused lives
Ask am i happy
Then realize 
Happiness is love
Not some limited edition makeup brand
Realize humanity's out of hand
The war for land
No longer of territory 
But where to throw "our trash"
The war we face
Of where to place
The good things that are "so last year"
Look at yourself 
Slowly 
You become one of a collection
Yet you seem so angered 
As it clearly showed
The story of stuff
Does not include greed
Among competition 
It doesnt begin to comprehend 
We are slowly melding our own demise 
Take a look at your job
Ask why am I doing this
Ask if a robot could do it
Lastly is there a point 

I look at people ages ago it seems
Working happily 
With talent and love stiched 
Sewn 
With every community 
Smiles for miles 
Was not a cliche 
But a reality 

Our world has become dark 
As many say we protect number 1
I just want to say
Who truly is 
In this game of losing

The winning we believe to
Be nothing more than this 
Glorified slavery
As we work for what we want
No matter the work 

I look at this
I question why
As my own sentenced to the prison of society
Sets free
I can believe 
I do not work for that reality
I work with mind long gone
With every word woven 
My story told
My happiness unchained 
To that of a world I can freely love

I have yet to become 
A slave sentenced to the dark ages 
Of commission of cash
My words not set at a priced dollar
Never sold to the highest bidder

I see smiles 
As i walk on a city street 
Those smiles hide tears
As many wish to die 
Silently I sigh 
I can't understand why 
These people must lie
And try to be alright
As they become a broken machine

I wish to cry
As i ask so many
What is your dream 
And many repeat to die
Or to be rich
Such a price on paper 
As all it is 
Is paper
I begin to question why 
Why I write 
Then remembering 
My words no longer bound
By insolence of my traumatic mind

I ask why did we make ourselves 
Slaves to the dollar
To that of human made
We lost control 
As the puppet begins 
To morph to the puppet master

Lay along your plastic stuff 
And tell me you're happy
I see behind that smile 
The tears bound not to cry
Wishing to be set free
Truly this is the dark times
For humanity