A Shrinking Middle Class

Shiny and artificial and white
The shimmer of the suburban stoic life
Smooth and cold and polished so bright
Reflections taint the sight

Like aliens
Like post-mortum robo-sapiens
We seem so foreign
So distant yet boring
And none of this feels right

A dust-free demographic
Sure to buy anything you're selling
This empty mob of manics
Lives and dies accepting you're telling
Embracing every lie

Polite and clean and in between
The demerol and the dopamine
So far gone with everything
A dead and dying breed