Distending Indulgence

Distending Indulgence

Distending indulgence
swollen and hollow
like a derelict wound
infection soon follows

The mounting bedlam
Within the hearts of many
Vomits forth the discord
Of the pop culture folly

A great pressure imposed
On the collective psyche
To do as TV says
And consume all integrity

Born to service megalomania
On a wicked corporate scale
Seducing lady justice
Ne’re money goes to jail.
Tis the branding god we hail

The puss of societies wounds
bathes and enraptures
those that it captures
drowning in filth whom it swoons

back in the temporary glories
of all the meanderings you buy
temporary relief
for the voids that you hide

distending indulgence
creates our wasting disease
of artificial satisfaction
and total lack of action
to hear our very own pleas

wasted to corpses
and hastened to zombie
still unknowingly fueling
the machine and anomaly

‘till the end,
‘till the bitter end.

STARMAN DIED IN VAIN!!! 'Eat the poor'