Fodder - Labour

"greed is good” “greed is exciting” “greed is generous” “greed is greet” Shopping in Poundland is my favourite. Seller is so generous. One pound. One pound. Get all you need. No reason for us to resist. I work 10 hours a day. Nine to seven, 7 days a week assembling objects. Monotone. no crying, no whispering. They see you as a tool And give you food Holding a gun to your head Asking “How are you" They don’t see us as people The faker the fodder the more they love it Fake fodder is only what works anymore in this world we don’t know any better All we know is fake fodder thats how we speak to each other Nothing more than a meaningless series of lights Nothing that matters While the boys are encouraged To ‘eat and grow strong’ The girls get the message That eating is wrong. All day I see it Then at night it becomes clear. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing. I have no ideas All day I see it Then at night it becomes unclear. God has a purpose for my life Is actually a lie and I believe I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. Love us. Kiss my ass. Remember the love it brings you is fake. Beware the slither of the snake. Where will you be other side of the revolution Posting on instagram While we roll in With guillotines You probably don’t know me. Is it just me? Or does anyone? You probably don’t know me Who am I? I’m fodder.