Institutionalized thinking is a registry for clout.
Inexperienced, we wonder where there’s doubt.
We fraction what they know with all our fears.
Noses, out of joint, our subliminal hemispheres.
Channels of thinking proportioned by our need.
Quadrants of mortality being sown in bad seed.
Weeds in the garden being harvested with grain.
Farming out our livelihoods to criminally insane.
Prophylactic solutions to what will spurn needs.
What is good for the gander, quartering creeds.
Dicing children into a piping hot political brew.
Drink it all up and digest their evil point-of-view.
Man made morality that dictates what is big,
Sexing up our headlines with laws that renege.
Comforting our strife with name brand greed.
Pharmaceuticals to heal all that dare to bleed.
Made in America, this label, once was worn.
Red, white, and blue, our colors have been torn.
Scorned in our glory, institutionalized, we believe,
Is it any wonder why Satan loves what we perceive?
In our wildest dreams could we have imagined this,
The kiss of death by our very own, ants of the piss?
Be cautious of where you plant your very thoughts.
In this economy, what once was ours, can be bought.
A penny for your thoughts, a venture into snares.
It is all in the heart, learning how we should share.
Kathy Paysen 2013