The Mass Republic

Our new life is information,

As it flows from station to elation,

Around the globe in contemplation,

Strapped and wireless penetration.

It soothes and nullifies us,

It headonates and skullifies us,

To coast on cerebral pathways,

Micro-process meets us halfways,

And Microphones etch new hallways,

Grooves and concentric parkways;

The city's infrastructural dark maze,

The information labyrinth,

Laced with wireless absinthe.

Urban synth and drum machine,

Is used to sync the sin,

Of the secular celebrities as we watch them slip again,

A truth synthesizer places lies right inside ya,

A propaganda plague will eventually lobotomize ya,

The governmental fingers will surely sodomize ya,

While the producers and the anchors televise ya,

And broadcast ya piece by piece they’ll electronically circumcise ya,

And customize the new configuration,

They’ll itemize their action list and mastermind your defamation,

Prioritizing control over freedom, them vs. you,

The rich percentage sanitizing our society’s mass zoo,

The tried and true guerillas escape the black cloak of the media,

And insert their facts directly into the street encyclopedia,

And alert the press about the organization of media mafia,

Throwing truth shuriken and poison darts of definition,

Redefining on a mass scale our obvious ambition;

To categorically protect our free speech condition,

As it phases in and out in military encryption,

Electronically encrusted and concealed in sin,

From within the body of the entrusted representative,

Smuggled in and injected intravenously like sedative,

To the mass consuming population producing mass intoxication,

The ability to control even day-to-day conversation,

People with no money can’t escape designer brand fixation,

Celebration for consumers involves consumption and spreading rumors.

They bite, chew, and swallow the lies they offer daily,

These quote news providers are fork tongued and scaly,

Scaling mountains of red tape, bullshit and bureaucracy,

The aristocracy is apocalyptically anaesthetizing us,

The cool fluid of propaganda flows down the vein smoothly,

Satiating the appetite for lies and osmotically diffusing us,

Categorically dividing us and rhetorically overriding us,

Providing us no alternative than to be medievally conservative,

To institute a Holy Inquisition to reveal the lies of the so-called representative,

And suitably punish the pundits and politicians,

The bullshit statisticians and spin physicians,

And eventually euthanize them and erase them,

For using media to puppeteer us,

The muppets try to double-handedly steer us,

But they should fear us,

The mass republic.