It starts with a link,
moves to the sink-in,
moves to the chain gang
moving to the brink.
Rules are the same game:
speak in doublethink
with the action based on guilt,
holier-than-thou type thing.
But you did your part.
You gave your hundred bucks to NPR.
You joined the co-op now,
bought the hybrid car,
switched to Peace Coffee,
went to three rallies,
then wiped your hands with sanitized solution.
Good deeds tallied.
Consumer movement, seeking absolution,
re-design the treadmill, still ain't moving,
desperately run in place.
Reapplied the laws of the bluest eye
and made the truest shade of grey,
so we truly fade away.
Like it or not, you're standing here stranded.
You didn't buy the tape and plastic,
still copped the panic.
You switched it up, now you're buying all organic,
screaming "Save the planet!"
But you won't even save your neighbor, damn it.
They want to protest,
but lost the focus.
It's a cycle, no less;
out of place; grotesque.
We step with cold flesh
toward a cause with warm breath,
seeking comfort in the moment, missed the omen.
Everyone screaming change, but we build it the same.
New wording, same adage: go ask Alice.
Grab your mallet. You better get ready to earn your callus.
The Master's tools will never dismantle the Master's palace.
We have to save energy to save the planet 
, and that means TURNING OFF YOUR FUCKING AC YOU SELFISH PRICK 
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We're all in this together 
