Fumes


Let us put the mask on you

Good, now this won't hurt a bit

Inhale the sweet fumes of uniform

Feel the numbing sensation of normal

Breathe deeply now

Count slowly now

100, 99, 98

Fall into the welcoming talons of conformity

97, 96, 95

This will change you forever

94, 93, 92

Go on; leave yourself

And let popular take your empty shell

91, 90, 89, 88-

You're gone now, fast asleep

Don't panic

Conformity won't kill you

Right away, that is

Let the fumes consume you

And sell your soul to the masses

Go ahead; it won't kill you yet