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Thought Planes and Scan Pills

huddle your thoughts
the thought planes are flying
your head is aching
because their engines are quaking

its only your free will
they're taking
as they scan your bar code brains.

do not swallow
the extra strength Excedrin
the thought police
are hoping you will
and then go insane

the tablets are calculated to accomplish
a full cranial scan
they'll eradicate your anger
righteous indignation
spontoneity creativity
and pre-cognition

mass passivity is their intention
its been marshalled into all their plans...
you'll forget where you stand
they're banking on it...
so whenever it hurts you'll dutifully take
all of their meds

huddle your thoughts
in your headgear
the thought planes are flying low
the satellites know exactly
in which room
you stand

try your best to remain
just see
if you can

Copyright October 3, 2012 All Rights Reserved By this Author
Melissa A Howells    Meloo from her Tilt-a-World

For B, its only an experiment
For Mary Ellen who was captured for eternity smoking a cig on google maps.

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