The contestants come and the contestants go
Some are clued up, but others too slow
It took me a while, for to recognise
They have different names, but tell similar lies!
Screaming starts when the tornado touches down
Although déjà vu, is the tool of the clown
Left spellbound and concerned by the situation
I drowned in the fog of complexation;
The adrenalin crush, is always the same
A dazzling rush, called the reality game.
While indoctrination, brings emotions to heal
Is anything genuine, is anything real?
Accepting wisdom and semantics aside
Trust not the individuals who run and hide;
Too bright, me thinks or too aloof?
Let slip to me, the awkward truth.
Only the radicals and the politicians score
Stand ready for – the coming of war;
You could enlist, to become a martyr
But I’m better off me, as persona non grata.
Contrite conversation belies the floors
Hides cameras and lackey – behind closed doors,
Armed with cynicism and a cheap lie detector
Or an identity tag of the conscientious objector;
I sympathise with those who whore
See nothing for visionaries, left to explorer.
So mankind would call this – an exciting time
But fucking with my head is one huge crime!
Is America now, just a TV metaphor
See the gluttony, excess and the need for more.
Should only the honest have the right to lie?
The rest are just flotsam – a touch to sly;
Never believe the hype, so make me a copy?
Then talk me out, of my misanthropy.
I feel the clammy textured atmosphere
Like pre habituation, so best stay clear.
The disturbed electric girl, was the only mourner
She signed a destruction order just around the corner;
It’s not what you’ve been sold, it’s more what you feel
That precious understanding inside – that nothing is real.
Those characters that sparkle, confirm the hoax
Revealed on ones death bed, Well that’s all folks!
