It’s 5:45, the conjunction’s in
and the planet settles from dizzy spin
back to terra firma, breeze from the south
sky is clear as the spin from evil mouths
a web we’re fed through our entrainment box
from birth through wily MSM like Fox
the power schemers harvest energy
as long as we’re screen bound. They’ve cleverly
enhanced the trance. They won’t be satisfied
until life force zip, zero, zilch worldwide.
Once you have seen beneath absurdity,
unlikely to buy ludicrous folly
or life in urban negative nightmares
huddled inside filtering filthy air.
Now choose creation, imagination
painting wild and free a new narration.