Are we like sardines packed into a can?

More like bullets in someone else’s gun.

They say orange is the new black…

but I say stress is the new fun.

 

Personal truth has become a fiction,

in this plagiarised day and age,

where our souls are pressed into tablets

and swallowed three times a day.

 

But we’re the makers of this horror film.

This nightmare is of our design.

We craft it into being

with the spending of every dime.

 

Now we’re bought and sold like pork bellies.

We’re pixels on a stock market screen.

But there’s no point complaining…

 

Beneath the clamor of the media

no one can hear you scream.

 

So grab another branded sedative

from the blond with the gleaming smile.

Go ahead – swallow it hook, line, and bullshit,

it’s sure to numb you for a while.