Preformed opinions
Layered with fat
To make you a frozen emotion
Cerebral heart attack on legs
“Hang on, where's the caffeine?”
Wait till it boils
Wait till you boil over
Wait till you're our puppy dog
We can stroke you and your ego
Massage you and roll you over
Ready to do our will
We make you snowflaky
Tear you apart
Controlled by unseen hands
You are our instrument
Shout and scream in the faces
Of all who don't conform
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