This is about 'pebbledash man's' soul deforestation, his mental constipation. Slightly cliched and stating the obvious perhaps. Meh these things have to be said...
On his mind WW2 aviation
and the growing rate of immigration.
Living his life in incubation,
bombarded by corporate sublimination.
Unable to see past his indoctrination,
always seeking cheap gratification.
He wallows in ikea vegetation
only dimly aware of the suffocation.
Surviving on the brink of liquidation,
his life a catalogue of manipulation.
He suffers the ultimate degradation,
writhing, like some jaded bukkake victim,
in a puddle of his own ejaculation.
Turn off the TV
We'll build an internet nation.
Don't take their medication
It's just mass hallucination.
He meets a girl with gypsy vibrations
and they rise in ecstatic copulation.
In the midst of herbal inspiration
he feels some Divine percolation.
Waves of tremulation.
Mystic vibrations.
This psychedelic levitation
opens a path of liberation.
He plugs in to his imagination
and learns the art of conversation.
Through meta-morphing realisation
he comes to a psychic integration.
Turn off the TV
We'll build an internet nation.
Don't take their medication
It's just mass hallucination.
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