Believe It or Not, You're Escapable

A metaphoric poem about society.

She's on a sky high,
Like a mushroom cloud,
From a bomb being dropped
On everyone else.
This is all a lie,
An illusion that we accept,
Kill what she made...
Can I shake it off and "live"?
Do you prefer it when I scream?
Do you not want me to see through the scheme?
Will you sell me another idea,
And if I pay for you,
Will it save us self-esteem?
You want us to share a political dream?
I think I'd rather have mine lucid-
Everything I do for you makes me feel empty,
But denying you makes me feel useless...
I'm pulling the thread,
To expose the truth,
I want you naked and bare.
Yes bare it all!
Show me what you're really like;
When all that make-up is stripped away.
When your hair isn't fixed from your morning WAKE UP,
Of such ROUGH screwing! [Me/You On Top]
When you get angry at me for talking about a break up!
But I can't leave.
I'm a slave,
And you are my mistress.
But rest assured,
I'll be going one way-
Or another...
(But not before leaving you with a BANG!)