Chump Feed Poem by Mark Heathcote

A family that doesn't live together works harder
dies younger, that's good productivity-folks.
They've got us by-the-short and curlies by-the-throats
that's good productivity-folks.
'I hear you; ' you say you've got depression;
well here you go, take some of-these
then later—you come back;
'what, what yah-doing still alive.'
'what do you live for chump! '
'The wolf is baying at your door, ' but you don't
live there anymore, do you, 'chump.'
Can't pay your bills because you're on these pills
and the wife at home she's higher than-you.
So 'what yah-still-doing alive then chump, '
kids' are-sold sugary caffeine drinks everywhere-you-go
their addiction starts in the ovum, don't you know.
Down at the family clinic: to be a good drone
live-for-work stay close to your mobile phone
so legalized-Mafias can, just bill it or give you a loan.
Need another pill, Bro;
here—this one will no doubt finally seal it.
But look I say it sincerely 'mind how you go.'