minimal subliminal...

projecting images and thoughts
upon an unsuspecting greater glob of automa-tots
spreading the numb and void gaps
in and around a particular synapse
the one that makes you yield and bend
to the agenda of which there never is an end
and now the once standard six hour a day precision
no longer can be attributed to the medium of television
where will they now feed us multitudes of manipulation?
plug and play advertisements infused in modes of transportation?
pillows that reverberate a happy buy signal as we sleep?
with interest rates so low everything is really cheap
maybe ipods can trigger a buy
while the anarchistic anti-capitalistic punk beats cry
oh thy foulest of predatory zeal
its no wonder your wares are better to steal
and as I ooze such loathing and hate
me thinks the local wal-mart opens at eight