Pander or be punished

This is where we have arrived

Shut up and obey, not something to be wished

Self respect or independent thought deprived

Drink the cults Kool-Aid and be a nice drone

Become a puppet and fall in line

The matrix will pummel if you don’t’ become a clone

Clownworld demands this interpersonal decline

Don’t you dare stand or have a backbone

Don’t you dare disrupt this grind

These sellouts want you nice and quiet

These glorified marketers demand you stay blind.

Greed has become god… what a racket

We are not for sale, so kiss our behind.