I once had a friend who pray tell
Had a very fine suit left to sell
Said he “it’s fitted for smalls
Though was stored in mothballs
And we can’t do a thing ’bout the smell!”
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I understand scientists need
All research papers to read
But you buy all those books
Give them a few looks
And you’re left with barely a screed
Let me have your attention
Undivided and unrequited
As I lay it down for you
Tell you how it is
How it’s going to be
A place for you and a place for me
A place for everyone
No outsiders
No deviations from the norm
A great experiment in mediocrity
No conflict, no problem
Only uniformity
A safe secure existence
Happily plodding along
My vision to you
And you will listen
Because I bring safety out of danger
Order from Chaos
And that is what you really want
Not freedom
Not ever
It started slow
Dose by dose, spoonful by spoonful
Little aliquots of powdered happiness
Available to all, for a price
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Reaching nirvana is simplicity itself
No meditation or soul mate required
A jab to the vein, breath in through the nose
Will bring you straight, no go back, no detours
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Dangerous are the economics of the game
Inflationary pressures on the powder means more over time
Prices getting higher, on the body, on the pocket, on the soul
A price that eventually gets too high
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It always starts slow
Those little doses of happiness
But evermore does it grow
The eternal cost of a quick-fit route to oblivion.
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