THE PLURAL OF FUTURE IS “NOW”

Let’s wrap the world in plastic
And stick a price tag on
We’ll all live in a corp’rate dream
A night that has no dawn
The rich and greedy call the tune
The happy masses dance
And any poor lout who tries to get out
Ain’t got a snowball’s chance.

We’ll all be live in Disneyland
A Norman Rockwell dream
A re-run of the 50’s
So dull that you could scream.
We’ll all be told just who we are
And are allowed to be
Our leaders will decide for us
What it means to be “free”.

No questioning the status quo
Or what is Wrong or Right
No more confusing shades or hues
Just good ol’ black and white
We’ll all be given mindless jobs
As a useful social tool
Or you can choose to freeze and starve
No-one can call that cruel.

Don’t worry you’ll get weekends off
To sit and watch the toob
You’ll be a good consumer
A happy blank-eyed boob
With an SUV to foul the air
As you drive off to the mall
To buy a lot off useless shit
To make life seem less small.

So bend the knee and bow the head
And do just as your told
And serve the System faithfully
Until you get too old
And when at last they turn you loose
You’ll have the chance to try
To do all the things you ever wanted to do
But you’ll probably just die.