They want a barcode
On your children
Stick a bug
Up your arse
Work out how many
Calories you need
To make companies
Profits rise.
They want facial recognition
Invade your thoughts and more
Look inside your dreams
On resistance close the door.
They want to kill
The individual
Force you to work
For a common cause
It helps if you all
Dress the same
Be at the beck and call.
Of a system
That couldnt give a fuck
If you find yourself
Down on your luck
For benefits are
For the idle
The lazy and the sick
It makes you wonder
What you pay taxes for
Do they think we are that thick ?
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: January 22nd, 2026 03:19
- Category: Unclassified
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