this opium of the masses
current plastic shit and global eccentricities
heaps of shifting crap and garbage
littering the world's oceans and cities
pollution running inextricably
out of our sorry human asses
as the bloomin' sky
takes a major hit
every single day
so much more spoiled herbage
all that nitty gritty
sorely and applicably
toxic fumes caused by artificial gases
elements that assumingly vie
for every novel titty
if groveling dismay
adds to all this arbitrage
wouldn't it just be more carnage
just another horrible pity
so why are we blind
each day we create
all this excrement and trash
is life just rush and gush
like some unmanageable rash
are we just an ignorant kind
a careless species that consumes
does modern life require M.A.S.H
to constantly redeem
some semblance of resume
emperors that are ruminating queens
their natural directive
that depends on bash and cash
proactive fascists it seems
our world is full
of bloody wounds and gashes
but all the mashed up masses
require opium it seems
along with creamy steam
and a rash of dreamy whiplashes
this Sisyphean mind set
trapping the world in sewer life
this is what we will always get
a world of challenging strife
perhaps Tantalus is our true mentor
River Styx the world's commentator
the archetypal view
beyond vapours and smoky resistance
which opulent opium creates
maybe consumer life confuses youth
simply God's predated joke
chaos this messy privileged existence
simply a fussy antedated universal truth
marred by this anticipated litter state

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