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  • CAZ
  • Apr 26, 2018
  • 2 min read

Sensory Overload (Planting Seeds)

searching for an alternative route around the hill

Everyone I see has joined the line to nowhere

Accomplices of a system they had no say in

Chasing what they’re told is important

Gratefully fighting wars for their own oppressors

Lemonade from lemons

Then we cut down the tree so people could afford to buy it

This made lemonade scarce

We had to choose which mouths were worthy

Everything rests on your ignorance

This great, widespread obliviousness

This is ours and we are great

So long as you do not plant another lemon tree

Now do you finally understand,

Can you see why lemon seeds must be prohibited?

The law is enforced to protect you

It does not perpetuate the interests of the ruling class

Our society is classless, we are all given equal opportunity

If you do not believe that then you are the problem

Our wars are fought to protect your freedoms

All the freedoms which we have bestowed upon you

You are wrong for remaining ungrateful

Emulate your ancestors and brethren

They are willing to give their lives for these freedoms

Gratefully fighting our wars, for you

We are the only ones who can make lemonade

You need to focus on earning money so you can afford a chair and a glass

If you are lucky and you work hard, one day you can buy a sip of lemonade

We have your replacements salivating for a taste

Be thankful of the position you were given

Obey and follow

So that when snowflakes cover your grave, you’ll have everything you’ve dreamed of

We have tactfully extracted your own opinions and implanted our truths

Now get in line and walk up the hill

Become our taxpaying cattle

Other ways of life have been tested a thousand times over

This is the only way freedom survives

So long as we control and enforce

Your submission is unavoidable

Whiskey and wine for the workforce

They’ll never touch our lemonade


 
 
 

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