The Asylum

Is running the inmates

Under the guise of

Security and protection

With the warm and heavy

Blanket of consumption

Regardless of the rapid

Home planet destruction

Due to the over-lying

Marketed message

If it feels good…DO IT!!

Buy it, possess it.

Make it your God

That you might….vaguely

Lay your life down for

Unless…..it might “hurt”

Feelings or principles of

Either products or concepts

An “Ism” is just as much a “brand”

As a consumable on a shelf

Vying for one’s precious attention

Presented in pretty packaging

Competing for valuable

Mind currency and savings

Expending about as much

Of an intellectual challenge

As a sugary soda selection

With zero nutritional value

“Democrats or Republicans

That is just Coke and Pepsi. 

Same crap different can”

– Christopher Titus

Disguised cleverly as

Capitalism vs. Socialism

I’ll show you politics in America.

Here it is, right here.

“I think the puppet on the right
Shares my beliefs.”

“I think the puppet on the left
Is more to my liking.”

“Hey, wait a minute,
There’s one guy
Holding out both puppets!”

“Shut up! Go back to bed, America.
Your government is in control.

– Bill Hicks

Under the wide umbrella of

Silent seductive Imperialism
(I want power over my subjects)

Sprinkled with Totalitarianism
(I have power over my subjects)

Pretending to put down Fascism
(Sounds like bad parenting practices)

“The real looting in this country takes place in the transfer of the wealth from the poor to the rich.

The poor have been systematically looted in this country, the rich have been made richer.

When fascism comes to America, it will not be in black and brown shirts, it will not be with jack boots.

It will be Nike sneakers and smiley shirts.”

– George Carlin


The following is a long lyrical period
To close out the end of our “sentence”

Excerpts from Rush’s “2112”

“And the meek shall inherit the earth…

We’ve taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
//
Look around at this world we’ve made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls
//
I wandered home through the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can’t you show me the light?
//
//
I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down…
Home to change!
//
The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams…

Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen!
I don’t think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life

My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood…
…Spills over…

[VII. The Grand Finale]

Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
We have assumed control