Animated Propaganda

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Freezer burned consciousness skin
By billboard charts and breaking news spin
Grocery store songs on a repetitious binge
Drinking indoctrinated water, bottled from Flint
All around and woven in
Like elusive and smelly bellybutton lint
A bad newspaper, tattoo print
And a mass immigration shooting, three-legged sprint
Every turn you make, you’re more boxed in
Every round you take it, right on the chin
Accumulative blows put dents in your man, tin
With all these cowardly lion, deep fake corner men
Saying you’ve got real heart and you’re going to win
But where’s Dorothy and her scarecrow kin?
Where’s Aladdin and his blue genie jinn?
See you’re all Solo in this lion’s den pen
And don’t got a Chewy granola and Luke in the bin
Just that slimy snake, Kaa, peddling propaganda sins
Closing blood sugar level walls with gluten free hints
And sharing Cold Star War encoded messages to your brain within

Now I’m sorry, I ain’t got a pop star hook tune
And I’m sorry these words come out like high noon
Instead of a cool night moon
Or like an ice cream dipped spoon
And I’m sorry this wind blows satirically, rhythmically
Lyrically coming like a six shooter in a saloon
But I’m not specifically aiming at you
When I’m spitting this metaphysical pneumatic harpoon
But see you think thinking critically is the opposite of acting cheerily
And I ain’t got time for absurdity or to modify this with vanity
Or to use a nonsensical dumb it down auto-tune
So, maybe you need to check yourself
Analytically see if you’ve become immune
A simple spittoon simply receiving buffoons
Politically motivated to keep you in a cocoon
And clinically focused on making me and you cynical cartoons

What, you think it’s all a coincidence?
Just a random pattern painted by the colors of the wind?
And happenstance Hiccups encouraging you to make dragon friends?
Okay Pocahontas, no one’s trying to convince
Sell your native soul’s land for negative pence
To your anorexic twin with that Lumiere duper’s delight grin
Whose way to thin and got a jaundice tinge
Whose way to old, because who drinks gin?
I know I can’t say I know where it ends
But I’m sure hiding in a PC safe space of words isn’t it
That’s just another bunker, 45’ Berlin
That’s just a historical, mile-marker stint
Akin to not remembering where humanities been

Alright, I’ll take down this thunder cat five typhoon
Try to endearingly commune chat with you
A little snarf snarf croon
Pause Panthro, for a second and let this thought balloon
Metaphorically rise inside of your mind like a summer sun in June
If what they say is always scientifically true then why do you always feel so blue?
Got your Julia Adams truth tied up by the creature from the black lagoon
Always seemingly knowing the location of your hidden comfort safe room
Always finding the opportune time for your certainty sack lunch to consume
No, my speaking isn’t always metonymically gloom and doom
I can’t help we live in a hysterically charged evil world tomb
I can’t help you never watched Scooby Doo,
Did you never presume to pull on his face, find out it’s not a costume?
Did you really think that every breath you take
The demonic Police aren’t really watching you?
Come on now, let that cognitive dissonance bloom
Force you realistically address the Mumm-Ra day traitor in your intellectual platoon
Sneeringly saying you belong to me, as he over your anxiety looms

Now I’m not saying I got a sixth sense scope zoom
I don’t see dead people, with my first-person shooter view
Allegorically, it’s more like an allergy to the smell of perfume
And all day long I seem to be unwillingly dragged through
A Dillard’s cosmetics department store strewn
My sensitive nose by an Azzarro Wanted man hewn
Aided by his Chanel Number Five goons
But I already promised we’d tone down that monsoon
So lemme Daniel Boone, and get back to exploring judiciously this open wound
The one you leave wickely undefended so you’ll at least feel a swoon
I’m not assuming you’re a cast away, marooned
I can see it in your thick glazed eyes, like pontoons
Floating on that same womb bay where the chimera beast is merging with you
Trapped inside your own head, the island of Dr. Moreau
Charging your sanity like a drugged up revolutionary centaur dragoon
Now again, please don’t misconstrue
It’s not your existence I’m trying to impugn
But I won’t stop derisively doing this RPG lampoon
Admittedly speaking about the personified sin indwelling me and you
That is, at least not until I see my bridegroom

But don’t you worry Anne Boleyn
Just go with the adulterous blood flow, keep your head on, pinned
Listening to self-centered songs on a malicious violin
Instead of coming to Him to touch the fringe
Inviting Him into your boat heart inch by inch
Antivirus scanning your stormy bugged mind, then laver rinse
Providing transforming peace decree commands that comes from the prince
Who saw you, under that car pinned
After you’re hard driving, defragmenting accident
Jaws of abundant life saving you out of that pinch
Taking you to a heavenly IP addressed inn,
Applying the splint and paying the mint
See upon this truth does everything hinge
Much to Jackalman’s Cheshire chagrin
And his false prophet, Dr. Facilier’s opioid syringe
His disinformation never made Jesus flinch
His cringe worthy lies are being rescind
Because even though he caused a deathful twinge
Fully closing eyes (not some possum squint)
The greater Jonah arose out of that fish
Not Pinocchio, He’s standing alive in resurrection glint
And speaking life-giving facts, never words mince
He said go therefore, I am with you hence
To aid in overcoming, demon mind, animated artificial intelligence