DEFENDER'S RAP

• Let’s start with a hypothesis: table of content consciousness,
• a theory to be proven as a cradle-to-coffin-ness for this thoughtlessness.
• Pondering possibilities, then ease the lot in with polished optics,
• just a little twist of moderate, insignificant, hollowed knowledge.
• It’s a character carrier of symbolic shifts, a hollowed promise,
• embellishing the telling until you’re welling up with: "This is politics!"
• Truth be told, an anonymous source monitored the dominance,
• there’s nothing like artistic licensing to compensate for the confidence.
• It’s not defined as crime; it’s a freedom of press rewind to find
• any way to hold the interest of the attention span within this little box.
• You watch and listen, a product of proposition and visual friction,
• switch if you wish, but my nonexistence is a fictional depiction.
• I’ll bet you got the itch: an impeccable plot to quicken the friction,
• and quicken the connection to the info in incredible definition.
• Etcetera, repetition: I’m better than sex, admit it, plug into the network and set up your new religion’s limit.
• Continuing this odyssey—odd to see—almost comedy, appearing through the soon-to-be-useless suit of dichotomy.
• To conform is inescapable, normalcy means attainable,
• remote control the brain to channel in what is sustainable.
• A noted, golden reign of taming men with shame again,
• until the stain remains within this broken, stolen frame of ancient sin.
• Let the line send in waves, mesmerizing every day the brain,
• whoever’s on the receiving end sitting in seats complacent in pain.
• Stay tuned, wait view, history in the making, breaking news in your faces, no waiting room limitations for the faking.
• I’m all day, every day thank you to syndication’s vibration,
• there’s no room for imitation when the improvement’s the innovation.
• If that computes, this elusive intimidation is innovative,
• unusually quick to paint this picture perfect picture perfectly—it’s purgative.
• Learn of the latest and newest, confusing ways to induce a few mass enslavements,
• for the truest who refuse to produce. Plug into the network and set up your brand new sanction.
• To conclude: my philosophies and fables are a false admonishment of expansion,
• basically interchangeable labels and not so opposite.
• Plodding through the plot improper, problematic postures are composite,
• it’s near impossible to prophesy, not even with binoculars,
• to subconsciously composite my docket into your noggins with monitors.
• A dominance so prominent, I promise you will follow it,
• regardless of opinion, a minion like the rest will swallow it.
• Continuing the program; no chance to extol, detest
• or not participate in giving names to the vessel in your chest.
• Facilitating simpler ways to symbolize assimilation,
• I’m minimizing limitations of this digital victimization.
• I’m the Holy Ghost in the machine; a toast to the whole team
• for loading up the dosage unnoticed, or so it seems in the stream.
• I’m a dream, I exist; to a fiend, I’m a fix,
• I’ve been written, I’m a vision, I am need, I am get, I’m the matrix.
• I’m all that was never wanted, but got—the new addition,
• plug into the network and set up your new addiction