Progress

Progress

I can’t quite put my finger on it yet I feel the unrest,

People are just hangin’ on, hopin’ to pass the test.

Merry-go-rounds and Ferris wheels, at least, they stop,

On an endless monthly cycle of bills each of us are caught.

Like hamsters on a treadmill we waddle every day,
Our veins bulgin’, our hearts strainin’, wantin’ to go play.
We give up our minds while they feed us fat,
Exercise and self-discipline, we’ve lost sight of all that!

The slavemeisters poke us each day with their prods,
$0.99 greaseburgers! Great for everyone, ‘cept our bods.
Rebels with a mind? Let’s paint them as criminals,
Lest the swine perceive their warnin’ signals!

Progress! Progress! Progress!
That is their cry!
They just never say to where we’re progressin’,
It’s to be their fattened, mindless slave,
That is… until we die!

Progress! Progress! Progress!
I digress.