The One-Dimensional Man

You know Herbert Marcuse?
Well, I didn't either,
E'en though I've a philosophy degree,
And breathe the same ether,

It's like he described what we have become,
Some forty years before,
Enmeshed until we're one-dimensional,
A component automation's core,

No longer able to be what we were,
When there was still a hope,
Shining a light in our consciousnesses,
Now we can all just cope,

With what there is,
Which is beyond our grasp,
Unless we can manage to overcome,
Control of capitalism, at last.

Happy At Last

I'm so goddamn happy,
I am just letting loose,
Why not acknowledge that you just live once,
Then casu'lly light the fuse?

It's better to burn out than fade away,
Did I just make that up?
Avoid regret, believing in nothing,
You will forever have an half full cup,

It is that easy if you have the cash,
Live where you're not repressed,
Just joking, such a place does not exist,
Some countries just seem less,

But they're not,
You succumb to belong,
But don't worry, as long as you know this,
You can think you're happy and not be wrong.

The System's Alive

I'm starting to wonder,
Just what is going on,
Is everything I read on the news true,
Or is it deception?

Forsooth there are reporters who believe,
What they report's the truth,
But like Chomsky has said, they're just the plaque,
On Capitalism's decaying tooth,

Or something like that, but the real point is,
They're hiding the structure,
Which supports the system that benefits,
A precious few, for sure,

Which ain't the point,
It's just a distraction,
Orchestrated by a living ideal,
Scrambling to eschew its own extinction.