The American Condition

With this visceral consciousness, my deviant action is permissible
These awakened eyes, perceiving colors and truths once invisible
One prison under warden, indivisible, the aims? malevolent and hypocritical
Literal criminal, third story acrobat with skilled swift hand
In and out, invading land, skewed intentions spread, and draining metaphysical

Cyanide in the ice cream? Nah. Didn’t the FDA approve?
Keep quiet, it’s no myth, here’s some truth, it’ll soothe
Worried hmm? Hear that song? Nothing wrong
Take this test, it says yes, join this group, you belong

Only if it were so easy, can’t close both, even one
What’s trust against a record? What’s done can’t be undone
She cheated on you once, the thrice you know of not
So brazen with your trust, as if he’s never caught
Uncaring of your being, and obsessed with what you’ve bought

Still, too much distrust is unnatural, even against an agenda-ridden whore
Repainting works, renaming them factual, reselling them in stores
Inflating the importance of paper, take a seat. Here, have some war
Take these pills; kill that feel, that’s what they’re there for
Ichthyoidal Sapiens, hooked and reeled, so drawn to this lure
Did I mention that those capsules are twenty dollars more?

Don’t feel stupid, it’s ok, professional is your foe
Trained for ages, roots manipulative, can mold what you know
The only protection is knowledge, and that’s limited too
Or so you might be thinking, and soon shall see what’s true
Unless a drug named money, consumed the whole of you.