If every child chased dreams of
Societal reorganization
In place of sweet wrappers and escape
Then we would see Mr. Cadbury?s.
Enlightened industrialism
For what it really fucking is: social morphine ? We?d have ourselves a pre-school army.
Walt Disney
Is pushing social and sexual hierarchy .
My bed-time stories like a GMTV gomulka.
Slumbering in my Jimmy-Jammies, my wondrous
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.
And the BFG a propagandist for an unaccountable regime.
Orwell?s vision with a wrinkled face.
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice.

My first Mcdonald?s visit a vaccination.
Like the time my parents took me to the school, clinic.
And handed me over to the teacher / nurse / whatever.
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice.
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice.
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice.

I too
Got sucked in by the myth machine.
Unattainable.
But I just wish we weren?t so fucking mindless.
Drowned in
A recurring nightmare of causal influence.
A little more suspicion in our fairy tales please.
Mum and dad
I?m sorry
I won?t do what enid blyton told me.
Our jealousy at
Their opportunity: the once weak will one day rule this world.
The monsters underneath the bed are merely jaded failings.

Composição: Million Dead