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Media Plaything
My baby's rotting away.
His eyes are fixed on a multi-colored brainwashing machine.
Electric figures with vibrant hues,
Pushing moronic ill-based views.
Turn it off but the coverage is everywhere.
My baby's rocking back and forth to a new tune,
A wave of thought-altering lies,
Hypocritical melodic ear piercing cries.
Brilliant, tall gleaming machines,
Taking my baby away.
Prodding and injecting,
His eyes are glazed over and I can tell,
My baby's just another media plaything.
His eyes are fixed on a multi-colored brainwashing machine.
Electric figures with vibrant hues,
Pushing moronic ill-based views.
Turn it off but the coverage is everywhere.
My baby's rocking back and forth to a new tune,
A wave of thought-altering lies,
Hypocritical melodic ear piercing cries.
Brilliant, tall gleaming machines,
Taking my baby away.
Prodding and injecting,
His eyes are glazed over and I can tell,
My baby's just another media plaything.
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