We sip our coffee and cream
and drink our whiskey and beer
Then listen to wolves
dressed as doctors
with deaf ears
and big empty eyes
and blood stained teeth
Who tell us to dull the pain with pills
and drown emotions
in prescription prayers
refillable
at the small cost of our souls
And we sit in front of flat screens
and smart phones and insta-gratification
and press the illusion of our face
between pages of a metaphor
disguised as a book
And the imagined life is better
than what is really going on
so we script our day to day lives
and step into the ring
and wrestle like big men
pretending its not just
another form of ballet
We've doubled down on dumbing down
and we're losing more than we're gaining
but we keep spinning the wheel
and the barrel
and pulling the trigger
playing the game
of suicide
and Russian Roulette
There is two bullets for every name
and a bomb of every size
waiting for its time to go BOOM
and war is just a business
for the rich
payed for by the innocent
and the ignorant
Death is big money
and blood is cheap
pump up the world population
and the rise of inflation
keep education at a minimum
as well as a wage
Keep the poor hunger
and give them an illusion to hate
divide and separate
fear is the season of reason
needed to segregate and dissipate
any sympathy or empathy
or kindness or love
We live in a nation of sheep
being lead by a pig
and it sounds like fiction
but it's horrifyingly real
and he tweets and he oinks
and he huffs and he puffs
and he is just a sad little man
having a bad hair day
day after day
The world is watching
and laughing
a nervous laugh
Maybe it's nothing to worry about
maybe I'm just late for my pill
and my beer and my whiskey
and maybe I just need a little
cyanide and cream
to lighten the mood
of the black coffee news
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
We sip our coffee and cream
and drink our whiskey and beer
Then listen to wolves
dressed as doctors
with deaf ears
and big empty eyes
and blood stained teeth
Who tell us to dull the pain with pills
and drown emotions
in prescription prayers
refillable
at the small cost of our souls
And we sit in front of flat screens
and smart phones and insta-gratification
and press the illusion of our face
between pages of a metaphor
disguised as a book
And the imagined life is better
than what is really going on
so we script our day to day lives
and step into the ring
and wrestle like big men
pretending its not just
another form of ballet
We've doubled down on dumbing down
and we're losing more than we're gaining
but we keep spinning the wheel
and the barrel
and pulling the trigger
playing the game
of suicide
and Russian Roulette
There is two bullets for every name
and a bomb of every size
waiting for its time to go BOOM
and war is just a business
for the rich
payed for by the innocent
and the ignorant
Death is big money
and blood is cheap
pump up the world population
and the rise of inflation
keep education at a minimum
as well as a wage
Keep the poor hunger
and give them an illusion to hate
divide and separate
fear is the season of reason
needed to segregate and dissipate
any sympathy or empathy
or kindness or love
We live in a nation of sheep
being lead by a pig
and it sounds like fiction
but it's horrifyingly real
and he tweets and he oinks
and he huffs and he puffs
and he is just a sad little man
having a bad hair day
day after day
The world is watching
and laughing
a nervous laugh
Maybe it's nothing to worry about
maybe I'm just late for my pill
and my beer and my whiskey
and maybe I just need a little
cyanide and cream
to lighten the mood
of the black coffee news
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