Writing We Are Consumed By What We Consume[M]

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Is the dog so dumb
To be your friend?
You call it dumb
But it's playing portends

Pavlovian Conditioning, my friends
Like a brainshampoo
We put on our cerebellum's neuronetworks!
Or hey!
The Skinner Box
Like scalping out our minds
Hit and hit
You'll get some pleasure
For your tries!

We're broken birds
Forgot how to fly
Broken birds
Angels don't always fly
Some are broken
The day they're alive!
But hey!
The Operant Conditioning
Programs our lives!
Obfuscates us
To become the mimes!

We're the memes of the hands of power
But the youyou is full of an isis of cower

We're the hehes of a laughing jesting shower
Of our own ignorance, our own deflower!

Call a man ignorant--
He looks with egoeyes
Call a man a friend--
He looks with dogeyes
But through these soulslits
His soul lies, murdered,
And in hiding

In the dogpound of his beatings,
Of the conditionings he's receiving
How he forgot to remember
Facts and truths and meanings

Like stoner people of the industrial age
We're so prehistoric in the lingerie
Of modernity--so hapless and unknowing
But few consider--it's such an escapade

Well my philosophy zombies
Infected with the viral memes
Could you cast aside "identities"?
To find--somehow, someway--
Something more than ego shines?

The sun shines; did it desire a thing?
The birds twitter; what do they sing?
The dog barks; it knows who's trespassing
The grass sways; the wind gives a breathe

But you're still ****ing peasants
Amidst all these treasures and beauty
You're still ****ing peasants
As far as I see

You put a road upon the Earth
The tongues of your own Babylon births
You made a building like your own prairies
Built your boats like beasts to ferry

You clothed the Earth
With your own bones
Drank all its beauty
Into one plasticine dome

When your culture is extinct
When your wastefulness is paid
With the wasting of your flesh
The 20 oz. plastic bottles
You held hand-in-hand like lovers
Will roll amidst the barrenness of your bones
And the clouds will get heavy and cry
For all your murders of their home

For all the blood you've spent
There is no repent
For all the violence you've let
There is no repent
For all the murders you've sent
There is no repent

Blood in a plastic bottle
Amidst gears and grime
With the barren McDonald's sign
Super Wal-Marts empty and resigned
All these plastic dreams
Will break from the glass of pressured crimes

There will be only the bottle
Buried deep and an artifact to find
Rolling like a cigarette butt in the wind
The plastic container we gave our souls
The plastic prism where we killed ourselves

Only the genocide that consumed us
Like we consumed and drank and ate
And bought and sold and raped and took
Like we consumed and consumed and consumed
Never considering all we forsook

[Guest ObscuredDream]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="Red"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Pretty good... pretty good. I liked it.

His soul lies, murdered
And in hiding.

I would've put:

His soul lies, murdered
And forgotten.

That's just me, though. ^^ I think mine flows better, but yours is nice, too. ^^[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]