Disenchanted

i am disenchanted i don’t care about your world of illusions with its love that isn’t; it’s just romantic meaning lustful, conditions permitting; love is loyalty. coiled souls while one is uncoiling. i am disenchanted with your dollar-cream-bacon-cheddar daily grizzle i know you just wanna be a happy meal little man, but the nature of a feeling is that it comes and it fizzles. you pursue happiness, i pursue peace and i don’t need a dollar menu to eat. my soul’s been fed, you can be on your slave labor i’ll be on my purpose instead. i am disenchanted with the worship of gods television and other people. as soon as you get home you watch a talk show and absorb the hollywood bullshit credo. whoopi goldberg, ellen dengeres, sean hannity and bill maher; y’all laugh and dance and politic while the poor starve and poor unsuspecting souls fall victim to the US army’s death march. i am disenchanted with teen moms and fucking and dicksucking and 69s and missionary style and sexsexsex. you can’t guarantee your kids a better future; you couldn’t even control the destiny of your pants. would they stay up? naw, your libido called. can your raise your kid up? naw, but that’s the government’s job, so i probably shouldn’t drawl. i am disenchanted with your enchantment with certain music, check the message in the songs before you groove to it; this is captain obvious speaking, you’ll see that it’s wack, over and out to captain stupid. i know you like nicki minaj and lady whatsherface; that’s your miseducation. so i really wish lauryn hill would come back and take their place. i am disenchanted with your obsession with your own “problems” like you’re not a size zero and that guy or girl don’t like you and whatever. did you know that the medical establishment is run by the sons of satan, or that the minimum wage is lower than what it was, adjusted for inflation? did you know that the college system is a scam meant to create indentured workers, so lenders can make profits while you’re in debt as an apple bees server? but continue with ‘OMgah, my boyfriend’ and the daily wackness. i am disenchanted with the fact that you think we live in a democracy, when the country’s clearly fascist. the government’s selling jails to corporations, who in turn charge the government a daily rate of fifty plus bucks per prisoner; if you didn’t catch it. the more oppressive the laws are, the more arrests can be made the more money the jails make. that logic is a little ratchet. i am disenchanted with the lack of progress and your part in it. the stars are our limits, supposedly so i’m supposing you need a can or two of spinach to get started. get on that starship, trooper. read a book or seek a tutor, take the time to take a step forward and not just masturbate at your computer. i am disenchanted. and i know you’re disenchanted with yourself; and you can lie but your words will be betrayed by your missteps, misguided actions and antics.