Managed

Everyone’s a resource.
Nothing has a soul.
Walking fucking cash cows others want to control.
Sell your soul for money.
Give up on your dreams.
Doesn’t matter how hard you work when its all for corporate greed.

Sanity has been evicted.
People as products is where we are afflicted.
Farming out identities to get another round of clicks.
Digitising every moment all so it can be dissected.

Remember when life was about living?
Not so locked in on gaining more for others approving.
Pandering to scammers who steal from both sides.
Short term gain no matter of the pain that’s applied.

Each of us is a unit.
Current value dictates our worth.
Important only as long as we sell at our highest value.
Reduced to nothing but a number.
Ever trying to beat this tide.
This profiteering is killing our nature from the inside.

Like a bird trying to fly with a clipped wing.
We turn love into a hate stream.
Spewing bile out into the void.
Attracting others to our vitriolic amphitheater.

Too much pain resonates to the top.
A mountain of garbage to which we flock.
Bleeding dry hope and kindness.
Empathy decried for being as obsolete as integrity.

What a state to wallow in.
Smiling vicious as we beat our kin.
Removing love so that more agony can form.
Blackened eyes watch like hawks.
All these bastards love to squawk.
Ready to deliver hooks that steal our form.

Support and adoration catfished with sleaze.
Twist positivity until we bleed.
Severing joy to keep us desperate.
Loneliness is an exploited constant.