Still wearing consensus sweatpants
sucking life through socialist straw
does this slavery taste or smell at all
still thinking doctors can cure
injecting needled toxins absurd
forever masquerading nonsense bawl
still grooving on germ victimhood
blaming pesky buggers misunderstood
disinfecting everything brethren
still soaking up boob tube
ritualistic evacuation tool
turn on tune in drop soul out
still wishing back to normal
surrender freedoms for new world order
steered by fear profiteer dis-easers
still here at deep end, lovely anytime of season, keep rockin' healing dreams humans.
Day Gun