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Transformation, Paradigm shift, or something like it

Listening to the last old farts cavorting on television
in HD glory as their lifeless Sharkskin suits swallows their sallow, tanned hide
their lip-less mouths yapping like Gidget the Taco Bell doggie

oh wait, it is the old thinking in the new class of young farts
in Seersucker suits and Bermuda hats, donning wrap around Ray Ban glasses
with faux leather Penny loafers adorning their pedicured footsies

While the oil from the blowout well
will kill the Gulf of Mexico
who would've thought our lives would be permanently changed right now

Do you believe in what is seen in the digital age
where the facts are Photo-shopped to anything that any buddy or corporation wants or needs
but it is our habeas corpus demand to know the truth unvarnished

Out of sight- maybe
but the odor wafts in off the lunar pulling high tide
of deadly Corexit- LC50@ 2.61 PPM, petroleum- LC50@ 4250 PPM
add them together and the result is LC50@ 317.7 PPM

Mammon from the wallets of the fattest cats that strut their money bags
straddling the world like some evil spewing, blood sucking vampire squids of the Cthulu clan
that come from beyond our time and space continuum
confined to haunt the human mind
to cause us to devolve from sanity into some mindless madness