Sedated

No longer sedated,  feeling elated,  elevated with a mind newly emancipated from the social programming only meant for soul damning, little girls must be thin and boys like he-men, plastic titles that have the unconformed suicidal like a tidal wave of consumer slaves buying into the notion that we must bow down in devotion "in god we trust" to fund our unsated lust for synthetic toys, that bring us no joy, misled by empty marketing ploys leaving us in pain from feeling insane,from not buying the newest thing, inferior, unless we can afford junk promised to make us superior, but what could be drearier than living a life of materialism, subdued by the criticism and the cynicism of the old establishment, they're no longer relevant their archaic views not so elegant so a world in our image we shall make, a garden of Eden for heaven's sake, but not one in the biblical definition, because out grow we will these silly superstitions and all it takes is that enough of you listen... to my position.