Processed Goods

Don't smoke that, it gives you cancer,

have a Big Mac, that's the answer.

Or try this pill, you'll feel just fine,

it's legal as long as the doctor signs.

Don't read that, it poisons your brain,

why not play the newest video game?

Or watch this show about the Shore,

let it teach you how to ask for more.

Why work for what you need to live?

When the government is willing to give?

Or watch what your children eat?

When schools just give them all their treats?

Don't worry about what's going on,

the news is telling you nothing's wrong.

Just go to church and trust in God,

And hold fast to the Iron Rod.

Don't push or shove when you're in line,

led to the slaughter like a swine,

Christ has cast out Legion, true,

but left the worst inside of you.

The voices are still in my head,

will they be there when I am dead?

Or will they, too, be turned to ash?

And incinerated with all the trash

left from my bones, and from my mind?

Is there anything I won't leave behind?

A life that's lived to its full extent,

I've given my all with good intent,

With these processed goods I lay beside,

my family, friends, and love of my life,

I look once more to the dark sky,

and close my eyes this final time.

Reviews

[OTownPete]

Your sidelong glances at what this world has to offer illustrate what the populace has embraced...for good or bad. Reality can be a real b***h.

[John]

Indeed. Thanks for the review.

[steppenwolf]

Hmmm...very passionate and well-stated.
Keep writing.

[Holly Mason]

very well written all up to date topics interesting thank you so much for sharing