In the lonely meadow I found a liquid flower,
Its water petals imparted on me a certain power,
The wondrous ability to no longer cower before man,
He would no longer vehemently plan, for me, a life full of exhortation,
Constantly urging me to believe in the fallacy he was selling,
Making a cardboard box my permanent dwelling.
This flower helped me visualize what society believes I should idealize.
Intellectual conglomerates brought technology to ease life’s strain
But modern man tells me that these corporations are just a stain,
A horrible abscess on the skin of the earth,
These socialists tell us we are losing our net worth.
So I guess I should give back all my freedoms,
It’s ok, I don’t really need them.
I will become just like everyone else
And forget a land where I was free to think for myself.
No longer will I drive my car, because it creates carbon tar
That eventually will destroy humanity
Instead, I will designate myself to a life of insanity.
Making the same mistakes that civilization already made,
Following the same streamlined motorcade back into earlier days
Where no roads, car, planes, or trains existed,
I guess this change should not be resisted.
So please, great society, decide what is good for me,
Tell me where I shall be,
In this blueprint of communistic thought and thinking
That will render me speechless, and unblinking,
Forever sinking into my shallow grave,
Where I have no choice but to behave,
Submitting myself to countless rules and regulations
So I can live in a land that is just like all the other nations.
A neutered land without freedom, no fervor in its behavior,
A place that needs a spiritual savior.
I believe in a happening that is worse then death,
A law that tells me how to breathe my own breath.
Thank you for sending this flower,
That shows me I should no longer cower.
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