The Sin of Singularity

Another afternoon of numerical torture
Struggling to comprehend the simple complexity of naught to nine
Asphyxiated by the deceptive drug of knowledge to be choked down
I paint my eyes wide closed
(Nod and smile)

I night-dream of days without this swollen structured system of forced free choice
Choose your chains, comrades!
Perfumed parcels of pleasant propaganda, unveiled weekly, dull the mind and senses
Down with the pin-up pure-bred Big Sister!
Denounce the five-year plan for falsified ascendancy
Shed the apple-rotten-coating we are delicately drenched in
Imagine a world of true Technicolour reality

Vibrations in the air, an acidic wave
Searing away the dream of a dream
I rise with the crowd, and fall to their level
Ideas are forgotten, returning to the ether from whence they came
All that can be done now is regurgitate

We are all guilty of this sin of singularity