Artificial Freedom (Poetry Journal #1)

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Human Nature

What a finicky thing



The scientist rings a bell

Ding ding ding

The mouse scurries forth

Receiving his dopamine



The world is a bell

We are the mice

That succulent dope

Makes us creatures of vice



As your coffee is brewed

As a glass of wine is sipped upon

Even as a shot of heroin is injected

We are just the tiniest bit glad

To be a bit relieved of this world that is so sad



Ding ding ding

Can we help this hopelessness?

Can we help but feel the way our world is in?

All this war, disease, homelessness



Ding ding ding

As the scientist rings his bell

It is imminent that dopamine

Is essential to our human machine



Those of authority know this basic human neurological law

So they keep down our populations anxiety

They allow a few dopamine agents in society

Yet, imprison those who dare step out of the circular saw



You see, society is like a circular saw

Abide by the law

You’re okay, if not

You get de-clawed



Cats who are de-clawed are of no use

They cannot catch mice for the farmer

They are thrown away, prone to abuse

A product of authority’s charmer



Ding Ding Ding

This time,

The authority rings the bell

All good cats report

With their string



The authority shouts

“Those are bad cats! Tie them up!”

Society does a good job

They clean them right up



Ding ding ding

Dinner times up

Do you really want to drink

From the authorities served cup?
 
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