the graffiti
bleeds through
no matter
how many
coats
of paint
they apply

no matter
how they spin
the story
it all boils down
to none of what you perceive
being real

just another fantasy
spewed
on the fetid breath
of freedom
with hands bound
by inconsequential
order

it is just
another mirage
a variance
in depth perception
seeing the rim
of the true
deception

they process
the food
treat
the water
control
the media
ensconce us in (un)social media

while we struggle
for a piece of the pie
they churn out
new ones
at a faster rate
than we could ever hope
to consume

while we struggle
for a piece of the pie
they churn out
new ones
at a faster rate
than we could ever hope
to consume

obey