capitalSCHism

Their rhetoric is music for us masses
No such thing as society or social classes
A handshake that shackles us unwitting slaves
Prisoners of their perpetual looping smiles and waves

Waveforms composed by elegant oscillation
Digital signatures that now address a nation
Xfactor smiles, remembering words to the chorus
Can everyone repeat “keep calm and carry on” for us

Let us chant their zombie words like drones
Play it on loudspeakers or in our headphones
Sing it in the pub as we spill out onto the street
You can buy it now from iTunes and put it on repeat

An earworm parasite in the head
That controls us like the walking dead
Dissonant voices lack love, anger or dismay
Like an endless insipid tune composed by Coldplay

“Money, success, fame, glamour
For we are living in the age of the thing

Hey there little person, what’s the fuss?
Its, so easy to become cold and grey like us
Our religion is capitalism my ignorant prole
So, we have no use for your immortal soul

Money, success, shame -stammer-
For we are giving in the age of nothing”

Sing the words out take a selfie
While we are so robust and healthy
The DJs transition will no longer sync
Will a moment of clarity allow us to think?