Workers of the world. Unite.
The organizers are all but gone. Some may have had nefarious goals. Most were honest and caring.
Now we divide. We become amoebas; eating, discharging, eating some more and dividing. Filling the space and claiming it for ourselves. No it’s mine don’t come visit.
Me against the world.
Those Pats just don’t understand
there we go
Labels get me down.
Divide em up and keep it cheap
For me ? You’re too kind.
Eat, eat sleep
Locked and secure is my isolation
A primal trigger has been pulled.
Activating my emotional inbalance
I’m being controlled I cannot understand
The message is clear, obvious and a hoax. But it’s not.
Sleep, sleep divide
Relentless onslaught of inconsequential
Hasn’t happened to you? Consider
Complaining, frustrated, addicted to the violence on the screen
Asleep at the wheel
You’re everywhere and never at home
Sleeping while screaming
There’s a kind of hush
A part of the psyche that’s closed off is filled with repetitive violence living in the quiet confines of your soul
Eat, sleep divide
You and maybe you I trust but not you
Workers of the world, unite!
I feel good.