Truth hurts Mr. & Mrs. Masker

Some masks will never be removed...

parody of the painting American Gothic wearing masks

Aside 
from protons, 
neutrons and electrons, 
the Universe is also made up
of morons
who stake their entire
lives on a fragile piece
of fabric, thinking
they’re hermetically
insulated from the deadliest 
lie-rus
known to man(un)kind.

You
may think—if you can—
it’s virtuous bravery
but
it’s really a form of
medically induced slavery,
a ritual welded to your face which no one
but the great & powerful
Ouchee can remove.

It’s been 4 years and you still beLIEve
(thanks to the hypnobox beaming 
alpha-induced waves into your brain)
invisible germies will track you down
and around plexiglass sheets, shower 
curtains between restaurant booths,
except when you get to your table 
& open your mouths to eat.

It begs the question:
who designed such
perfect enemies?

You
poor psypoconnedreacts...

You thought you saw
dead bodies in the street
from China to Italy
--but nowhere else!—
and you fell for it
hook
line
and sinker.

How much deprogramming
will it take 
for you
to become
a critical thinker?

You think
the world is safe
as long as you see
the royal badge on your phone.

Oh no! 
those smart little bugs can
sneak into your car especially 
when you're alone!

It’s amazing 
how they fly through the air
with the greatest disease,
the symptoms of which
were (hu)manufactured
& patented 
by Mephistopheles.

Yet people are still walking 
talking, looking alive (I guess),
unlike the ones who took 
the poisoned dart under duress.

You trusted Mr. Ouchee
instead of your own heart.
You listened to his sermons
& stood six feet apart.

You thought the magic potion
would help protect your body, 
but it was a well-played game
to cell your soul to big Daddy G.

Once Mr. Ouchee (hand 
covertly tucked in suit) 
made the sign, you were  
overtly fucked as he 
Madoff w/ a ton of loot.

He was vamping while 
you bought his song,
reaching the Ill-board 100 
for four years straight.

& for the dissenters
who wouldn't sing along
you were quick to sling 
your arrows of hate.

We tried to warn you, hoping
you would have listened
but you meekly stood in line 
while another needle glistened

This is when science became a seance
& nothing could wake you up
from that spell.

Mr. & Mrs. Masker would have you—
a normal healthy human being—
die before they take off their face
die-per of complieance and fear. 

They’d sooner recycle their own
CO2 & reduce their O2 levels
to the brain—along with
inhaling other spores &
hazardous materials—
to help save the planet 
from the dreaded climate
change that’s been changing
ever since the world was a
baby sloshing in it’s chemical diapers.

Gotta reduce those carbon emissions somehow!
 
After all
we are the carbon 
they want
to reduce.

The truth of the matter is
too em-bare-ass-ing 
for you to admit.

Poor Mr. and Mrs. Masker!
you’ve pledged your allegiance 
to the face flag 
of the
United 
Masks of
American(‘t).
& to the pHARMa sue tickle
companies against which 
you took no stand, 
one vacciNation
under Moloch, 
irreversible, 
with slavery 
& injustice 
for all.