Stupid Is
(directive-do you hear me?!?!)
by shawna solito

Stop, easy money is just that.
   So empty your pockets and bite the
   hand that feeds the widening whole of seperation.

Create new, short-lived lies that travel
   through space and over time to fill the insatiable
   need that you will then extort like a salty oyster.

Go away after bearing ill wind that
   infects quickly, catching all unaware
   of true desires. Can you not believe?

Destroy reality and your sheep will overcome,
   blinded for more. Do not continue along this ghetto
   of apathy; confusion is a mighty weapon.

Begin the execution.