Prisoners on a planet
blue
fenced in, locked in
by a dream.
Makes no difference
if it's true.
Choice: Starve to death or
join the team.

Just one REAL big cell
but, OH!
what a view!

Incarcerated by see-thru
air.
H2O from the gods
in the sky.
Heat and light from a sun:
do not stare.
Gravity *******, so we,
can not fly.


No way to complain?
You may
grow your hair.
Listen to daft music
crank it up real loud
make the old folks quiver
appear ****-sure, so proud.

Ethanol for you livers
arrows for your stealth weapons: bows.
Just don't defy "The Givers"

Don't make a face.

Don't hold your nose.

Authority is the rule
There is NO such thing as cruel
All you learnt in FREEDOM school
(tiny jails for tiny fools)
How to use the "feed me" tools
(dunce hat corners, tiny stools)
Will be usefull in you futures:

Jobs!

Polluting, lakes and rivers.

PS:

Free swimmig pools.