My brain has become a bleeding, blurring blob,
and mind has turned increasingly dumb.
After hours after hours of hollow screens
my conscience has become numb.
I work with no vestiges of free will,
as a mediocre clockwork clerk,
without thinking deeply
as life loops runs along a rented rhyme.
Quotas are conquered with expected ease,
and my speech is stitched in sanctioned dress.
I mask all personal motives or doubts,
Lest cold critics come to light.
Was there actually a recent invasion of Syria?
Was the twenty sixteen election of Trump rigged?
Did Libya's leader lost power because Washington willed it?
Such "facts" flicker and fade quickly
or framed as falsehoods against the Official Story.
Though I'm not a perfect citizen yet
Homeland Security informs me I'm progressing:
Soon I’ll be exemplary, sleek and sound—
A true-blue patriot, proudly bound,
Ready to obey, without a peep or sound,
Like Pavlov’s pup, profoundly spellbound.