False Consciousness: (Drugs For The Right Occasion) Poem by DM W

We work hard, and when we come home, we want to relax.
We adore our smart phones and our wide screen T.V.s.
We can phone up for pizzas whenever we wish
We don't need to cook; so we don't have to wash up.
We don't like to plague our minds with politics.
For we're free to do what our government wants.
We don't like radical change.And we don't require
Revolution. We simply want someone to love.
We don't want to think; we want to be entertained.
Reading heavy literature is such a drag!
It seems certain drugs are very useful for us.
They are the ones featured in the advertisements;
In between the sports and the music programmes.
It's merely those mind expanding ones that are bad.
We don't want or care to expand our consciousness.
O we imbibe caffeine from Monday to Friday;
To make us productive members of society.
And then we consume lots of alcohol from Friday
To Sunday; so that we will remain blissfully
Ignorant, of the brightly lit prison, in
Which we're living. O the scales will never fall from
Our eyes! We adore our 'comforting' servitude.