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Break the spell

Break the spell

Blink and shake out the cobwebs.do you believe what was said. Listen really listen and use that intuition that makes your eyes glisten. People are ready willing and able to be swayed down the road of a fable.like virgin births in a stable or family stories shared at a table.the truth is usually very far from people's lips using pips and quips to keep their stories adrift.trances lead to romances and stances on weak foundation across an entire nation.but I'm just aking to take out this spoken garbage like sanitation clogging the wisdom that depends on godsends and peoples pens. Can't you see the never ending lies on channel five,or the conversations transpiring between coworkers identifying the tall tales like bram stoker.the tv is the elephant in the room pushing the foods we consume and the products that adorn our rooms. Notes in a tune  turn anyone into a baffoon.humming commercials like a rehearsal not being able to get them out of our heads.dreaming about it in our beds until we are cotton mouthed from meds.seriously this consumer based society has me wildly trying to figure out how this came to be.the irony is we don't need these products but we still can't stop it.living check to check breaking our necks only to ask what's next. Purchasing to satisfy a craving taking our savings and waving goodbye. To the dollars of yesterday a moment of silence don't cry. america has become a corporation were even the flag says made in china patriotism is somewhere sitting on a recliner while noses are raised like a smelly vagina well I'm on a mission like a mountain climber watching these engineered prices climb higher and higher. I know this money isn't real and I can't deal with this show like a film reel that changes the way a person feels. How can a piece of paper make another love you or hate ya.searching for the next flavor that only dissolves like a now and later. The music today is poison designed to keep a loop of poop too turn your brain into mental soup or just plain crazy like flying the chicken coop.are you aware or aloof ignorant or astout.cause this mess got me feeling like a court jester on a stretcher blowing my flute. I just can't recoup and replace this negative suit that suits.take the shit in your house and read the labels part of the fables is the outsourcing taking from hands that are able. And in desperate need of a handout in this land of greed.capitalism is a disease and it's time it's recognized for its reality. And not it's charity of Saturday and Sunday. Wishin all the other ones away.so come to and smell the salts start to witness this paper lead assault.
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