Our turmoil consists of constant mechanical movements.
Trained when to eat, trained how to eat.
Trained when to move, trained how to move. Similar to cattle.
We are the new age contemporary slaves of the system.
Overflowing penile institutions by means of coercive mobility unawareness.
Open your windows to the soul and behold surplus labor manifestation, where the monthly income is equivalent to the free world’s hourly minimum, and corrections headquarters have capitalism on lockdown. Ironically we eat like communists, therefore single-man enterprises survive off the black market inflation.
The systematic conglomerate recognized slender threads of individualism, thus humane apparel was revoked.
Now we’re coerced into manufacturing generic state property garments to accomplish their vision of unconditional complete control.
It’s apparent we are being sculptured, resembling robotic clones.
We remain the target, penetrated by an everlasting, ceaseless clip of ignorant stigma, fueled by some pessimistic narrative believing that we are all inferior, untrustworthy, unrehabilitable, thieving, murdering, parasitic drug addicts.
Officer overseer should take a gander through the kaleidoscope’s optimistic lens aimed towards a population overwhelmed with scholastic intellectuals, immigration lobbyists, artistas, poetas, attorneys, musicians, public enemy-minded civil rights activists, PhD’s, M.D.’s and Che Guevara-inspired revolutionaries! Just to say the least…
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