The soul
Problem, child
Is central to me
For the only known
Undertone
Anxiety
In its ominous
Overblown
Clinically ill
Pharmaceutical
Profits
Don’t stop
Pop a pill
Just sit still
And sit back
With your head up straight
Automate
Autocrat
Technopath
Endlessly innovate
Paths to destruction
The masses
Production
Outweighing
The take home pay
Painstaking
Day by day
Gruelingly
Grinding
Their bodies
And minds
Away