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If every child chased dreams of societal reorganisation In place of sweet wrappers and escape Then we would see Mr Cadbury's enlightened industrialism for what it really, fucking is social morphene: we'd have ourselves a pre-school army! Walt Disney, is pushing social and sexual hierachy My bed time stories a GMTV gomulka Slumbering, in my Jimmy Jammies! My wonderous imagination, long since closed and put away Willy Wonka was a capitalist, confidence, trickster A poster boy for neo-liberalism A full stop on revolt. See the BFG a propagandist for an unnacountable regeme Orwells vision, with a wrinkled face hold out the arm and quiet the voice My first McDonlads visit, a vacination The time my parents took me to the school/clinic Handed me over, to the teahcer/nurse/whatever Hold out the arm and quiet the voice x3 I too got sucked in by the myth machine unatainable but I just wish we weren't so fuckin mindless little more suspision in our fairy tales please! drowned in recurring nightmare of casual influence but I just wish weren't so fuckin mindless Mum and Dad, Mum I'm sorry I won't do what Enid Blyton tells me Our jealousy, at their opportunity the once weak will one day rule this world because the monsters underneath the bed, are merely jaded feelings. |