my abusive imagination
has a vise grip hold on me
spoon fed sound bytes
with systematic symetry
the information cespool
tainted by industry
is just a voice inside my head
condescending me

give a smile to me today

things of this nature 
are a matter of belief
and to question their existence
is to live without relief
chemical sensor systems
show the way
with a lick and a bubbles shine
give a smile to me today