I tried my best
to get away
from the
perfectly manicured sideshow.
Terrible excuse for a game.
Why even waste
my time playing?
Polished punk rock,
embraced the politics
of mental illness.
Bought and paid for slogans
on an imported T-shirt,
made in a country
that would kill you
for speaking out,
but here we allow it,
because you’re someone’s
useful idiot
and
we all love
a spectacle.
We’ve been brainwashed
into allowing anything
in the name of
“Entertainment”.
Sorry if it means
we must send you all
to the coliseum.
Sorry if I offend you all,
I never meant to be
anything like you’ve ever seen.
Cultivated your mutation
through and through.
The only thing individual
about you
is the number
on your issued ID.
“This way, please.
Face the screen.
We’re scanning you in
to be received
into our inventory
for some future need.
After all,
we’re gonna have
a lot of mouths to feed.
Until then,
feel free,
but,
not really.
Consume whatever’s
on your phone,
or on TV.
Please note
you’re being graded like meat,
based on what you choose to believe.”
Isn’t this such a crazy dream?
Clowns abound
and we haven’t even seen
the Ringmaster, yet.
The Bearded Lady
and the Strongman
have both left,
to make a run for government,
but I digress…
Sit back,
enjoy the show.
Want to leave?
Well, the answer’s “No”.
I’m afraid,
that you’re trapped.
Once you go Big Top,
well… you’ll never go back.
HG – 2021
