Mind Control Barbie

Luckily I found an escape

from mind control Barbie

though it left me with scars

that I don’t quite remember.

Hair stands on end

as the strings attached

to our shoulders force us

to move along with the empire building machines.

Sticks and bricks taken to the slaughterhouse,

we must revolt from our formal intentions,

use our intuitions to tear our minds from the chaos reigning.

I spoke out in loudness and defining consequences,

we wake up and find ourselves

tied to the furniture:

our part to drone on for the interior decoration

of the mansion on the hill.

Darkness made our shadows come alive with feeling,

they may have Stockholm syndrome

but they are just festering

somewhere deep within

to strike out,

to stand and be counted

for the revolution of the insane and prophetic.

Buyers and sellers of human parts,

the consignment shop conspiracies

give us a reason to resist

the trickle down fashion-made mannequins

in their tight suits and tight minds:

ever willing us to buy and consume, buy and consume

until death’s door opens to let us in.

The profit came to life and stared you in the eye.

Restless angel,

come live in my wonderland

and we shall strike down upon the earth

a new meeting of insightful minds and human interests.