Paradigm Shift

We are masters of the mundane
Dripping mud
Etched in excrement

Together,
this milling mass
Sheltered,
in carbon-monoxide stench

Self-appointed shoestring tyrants
Selling sex to children
Manufacturing descendents,
to work the streets

Sensual and silent
Not speaking unless spoken to
Memorizing pneumonic devices
Standardized tests stunting newborn growth

Fodder for our failed institutions
Retching up our worn-out religions
An imperial slave-trade,
spewing serial-stamped body parts

We are toxic amalgamations
Coughing up blood
Staining hard-earned home décor
Languishing in leather-interiors
Fully loaded and dressed to kill
Travesty traders by day
Deception ingesters by night

Unconcerned and uncouth
Relishing in irreconcilable,
convulsions of mores and taboos
Whole-heartedly believing half-truths
Purging prophets from our ranks
Pilfering cutpurses one and all

Vacant vagrants
Vigilantes without a culture
A juxtaposition of junkie and salient saint
A cross-section of bloated bandits
All attempting to orchestrate arrogant agendas
In this static box of blushing brides

Collagen injected and implanted
Cherries pop, pop, popping
To the sound of these tumultuous times
To the torrent of rising tides

But beneath these pampered patterns and relished rituals,
pours forth the predetermined proclamation
Passed down through perpetual gratification
Gyrating its way through the ages

Now it froths to the forefront and shrouds our self-assurance

The day of recognition arrives
Doling out deathblows
Fermenting in fatalities
Forcing away fallacies
Bearing witness,
as our stranglehold fades farewell

Written by Jason Glover

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