Stultify

Could never much care to wear a three piece suit
Was always confused why one would freely choose
To wear a tie, like some eerie noose, clearly used
To keep us on the fearing route, deeply blue
With dreary views, focused on our yearly dues
And the fourteenth hue of the next endearing shoes
Transfixed by sneering youths social profiteering to peak their views
Through chic reviews they seek to tweak your trues
Seeking new life advice by query, muse "What Would Siri Do?"
Yes, it can be deduced, most our thoughts are merely loot
And we sincerely screw any thought of hearing truth
Cause peering through we only see some greedy few
Severely shrewd. No help for people weak and bruised
The meek ones disappearing whose lives are destitute
And I'm needing you to understand that "we see you"
It seems the seed we grew was no more than a seedy ruse
But I'm now hearing clues of change so dearly due
The weary dew we bleed renews

In spite of all we could be, let's just scrape by
Stultify...
Ignore the truth for the ease, turn a blind eye
Stultify...

On a wise note now, be critical, cynical
Things you be believin' is pitiful
Wait I see... you lack principles
Seems your whole life path has been equivocal
Your understanding at best seems whimsical
Get it?
You sound like you could use a help profound
In fact, you seem a bit unsound
I'd like to invite you to hang around
We can wonder how, we ever get off this merry-go-round
It can be crippling, or downright sickening
Find something interesting, save mind from stiffening
Reflexes quickening...
Right actions! Not those superhero distractions
Ubermench is a truer passion
I'm talking of self-discovery, not reenacting
It's not an abstraction, like a phoenix of you
Rising out of the ashes of ancient Athens
True satisfaction is just what will happen
When you find you live in a mind that you've fashioned



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Writer(s): Vincent Brown
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