We have you under investigation and soon we have the votes
we look at all your troubles and we sure take notes.
We ask of you to tell us everything and not hide some privacy
well how else can we make sure of you place and legacy.
We check your accounts and take measures to take what you hide
we look into who come to visit and to whom you slide and glide.
We ask nothing that compromise you but need to know all your history
well how else can we be sure you are real and not the pending mystery.
So I say, give me one more lie…
I say…give me one more die…
please do look into my eyes…
and please give me one more lie I can tie…
Doors of glass gliding to show you the way
doors to hell created by people so incompetent to even get a lay.
Door crafted in fire to make the monument of Hovering Society
it will make a whole world to cry for an eternity.
You can leave and get nothing they or you can show…
this is surely and without any doubt how…
They want you to look with pale eyes…
and never question any of their lies…
This has a pleasing edgy, visceral quality to it. From my experience I’m sure that it would get a good reception as a live,spoken word performance piece.
A thought-provoking , socio-political satire.