It is a set pattern

Don’t you now see

Of just how to look

And what you should be

It’s not a secret

In fact, they do gloat

With well-known faces

Who are paid to emote

Whatever it is

They want you to feel

The next big thing

Defining what’s real

For lining their pockets

And filling their pot

Sharing and equal

Is something they’re not

Looking to have

So that bleeding us dry

Seems their method and plan

With lie after lie

It feels like their pushing

To have full control

Over people and places

It’s their ultimate goal

Forgetting perhaps

That we’re not their pet

Or playthings or children

They still just don’t get

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We are not their property

(c) K Wicks