Misery, Inc. Poem by John Weber

Sticky sweet methane reactions
Dust the populace with disease
Live flesh embalmed in corruption
Synapses singed by chemicals

Revolving doors plot compliance
Lab rats approve their profit lies
Rubberstamping death's cruel intent
To ease the launch of product lines

Sickness hails the new production
Toxic journeymen script conceit
Pollution served in high demand
Cheery colors soothe all concern

Endgame agendas map our fate
Distracted by their snake oil pitch
Intent lost in pounding presses
Agony harvests grim consent

When converting matter to force
Substance nurtures without remorse
Bulging as we starve on our feet
While new orders chart vast deceit

Life insults the hegemony
Spirits infect the merchandise
Births disrupt their digestion plan
Since cold steel pumps their factory floor

Occult minions breed ignorance
With agendas tempered in fire
Boiling bones to divine power
Until the masses hit the floor