Mundane Masses

Picketfence etiquette
false eyes, deceit fucked smiles
sending out the air, the taste
of cherry pies and marital bliss

Suburban generations lie with obsession
under tobasco skies.
Sluckling clouds on a perfect son,
spewing divine profanities.
Flawless faults in their perfectly sad
suburbia.

Dollar signs and disposable plastic wives
live out vintricate, contrived
old fashion lies
decomposing originality.
Flies buzz around stagnant perfection
found in middle class medriocrity
outward uniformity,
sanitary thoughts in sanitary homes
shallow driven grey,bworking day

money isn't funny business
submit 60 hour
weak
robotic reform
to conform, soulless, mindless.
Foolish pacts, with foolish hopes forced to placid romances
instead of the desired lustful marriage
of success .

A hollow unfounded faith in a church
of consumerism and petty whims
corrupted observations
of self absorbed pity
on a society's warped values.
Praying to a god they buy into
the degradation of human independence
in the race for notoriety, fame, household name.

Mundane masses
simply digging their synthesised
graves.