Social Contraction

 

Deep down
in the bowels of my soul
lives a sinner unrepentant.. 

Not bound by social controls
or repressive moral constraints
the snarling beast yearns to return
to jungle days of yore.. 

The anarchy and chaos
of a world without rules
made by hypocritical fools
who suppress natural urges...

Order is the poison drip to freedom...

Is it any wonder our miserable species

is so obsessed with psychoanalysis?

Searching for the source of our discontent

staring back at us in the mirror..

Once our quest for self enlightenment

crashes and burns into inevitable disillusionment

we turn ourselves over

to the wonders of mood medications..

Numbing the jungle we never really left 

with our best pharmaceutical lies...

The tragic futility of science misapplied