Prime Real Estate

 Art and life — two mirrors facing one another
in an archetype of loose fear it takes to govern others...
In related news I'm thinking others find irrelevant,
is a simulated view that seeks to undermine intelligence —
in a stream of consciousness, spinning its wheels
within a vivid dream of providence, beginning to feel
as if a big machine's been watching him…spinning a reel
that keeps him staring into the blaring void…
Where'd he get so paranoid if this isn't real?
There’s chariots full of barren droids, gripping the steel —
Who paid for these apologies? Changing three theologies,
‘cause lazy leads to vacancies and praising mediocrity…
They can’t see me breaking free of safety and monotony,
it lately seems our waking dreams are raking in atrocities —
chasing greed, misogyny, and raping the economy,
it's making me crazy that we’d place a free democracy
in jeopardy—our legacy, it may just mean Monopoly —
blatantly fake—trading complacency for property
we can't even own...everyday phenomenons —
medicate automatons manning their drones,
and right off conveyor belts to cubicles near you
Quite often, they can tell it's suitable here, too
Dawn of a new day, for as long as a few stay —
it's for God and all his honor if wrong is the new grey
Prominent news stations have promised to lose faith
in confident truths waging a cognitive crusade
This is what we have now — this is the reality,
the sick and hungry back down to rich and cunning fallacy
Wage discrimination, and legislation's in code,
in the age of information, our education's a joke —
same intimidation that segregated the vote,
but if you make an indication they’re entertaining a hoax —
they'll simply denigrate you for generating a hoax
Whole generations'll demonstrate at the polls,
how we never set it straight, and we never made it a goal,
like we’d rather sit in a cell…
Television sells its system so well, you can't tell it's prison —
listen to yourselves—selfish in a living Hell—
they’ll let you have your say—then expect you to change it,
so let them have their way, or they'll threaten death, and arrange it —
a different type of violence, but our silence might've sealed his fate
Frightened by the blinding light, he fights and tries to shield his face —
isolated—lies in waste, and couldn't find a line to trace
Time and space, the mind is prime real estate...

Copyright © 2015 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project