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Fear (Norton Personalities)

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Fear

On the airwaves plays an advert
Sells the idea to convert
Your home to a fortress
Underground.

protect yourself
It says.

Take cover
For fear is coming.

The panic room
The stiff bristle broom
Is about to sweep your feet
Society’s become a ball of fear
And it plays a cagey game

Subscribe
keep the fear alive
lemmings
Keep us under control
Fear.
Disease
Trojan horses
worm factories
The chemistry of bird flu
The airborne virus
The human zoo of souls
Following Fear
The terrorist
The nuclear bomb
The mad motorists
The cane and the hook thieves
Stealers of car keys
And the leaves on the tracks
Fear
What excuse now?
Cower
Fold
feel
Lo and behold
Its working
grinding us down
he’s sharp
a reaper, a reverb perpetual,
Engine.
Clever
Pulsating
Trojan horses
In a fire-walled back door
$85 dollar cure from Mcafee
the fear of losing
control all your emails gone pornographic
discovery
all the sun that shone
from an arsehole
has suddenly gone out
deleted
global and cold
Blind depleted
bowl me over
this weird scary science
this fear science
Oh The brimstone!
Religions
The Reality prison
Big Brother
chemical escape
Valium, Serotonin
blank it out
Re uptake
But Don’t inhibit me!

caging us all in fear

Potent a tool
our world a school
the pond of fish feeding frenzy.
when we all get going frantic
snapping carp on misfortune
whores to ourself
the doom and gloom pedantic facts
rubber necks and cateracts from fear
obsession

things that can go wrong

Not for what always goes right.


That bloody radio
Newspaper
Fear selling shite ideas

Kill it!
Paranoid
Fear
What you looking at?
Say what you looking at ?
My Fear of looking last?
wrinkled face fear ageing fast
a media weapon
A tool
Fear the powerful use it
Rule
Fear my own friend
Neighbour suspicious
For I am too close
Fear is the tool
The see through ghost
creeping
The latest plane crash
Weeping bomb man
And the terrorist cache of arms
In your street
the bird flu
the drive through
Shooting
Veins
Ultra violet
the disguise
the lies
Fear of house drop
of rise
of HIV despise
The desperate clambering climb
To live
To define a life
Collagen
Lip gloss
Blot it out top it up
But still feel it fear
Feel it
Until the cracked up
crack
In many a patriotic flag
opens
And the world splits in half
And we hang naked from our own
Scarves dead from the neck up
Brainwashed
Somatised
Half alive
Robots
on batteries
With Norton personalities
Constantly scanning
For attack


5th December 2007
 
 

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Comments

Pete Crompton

Sat 22nd Dec 2007 14:07

Hi Clarissa. I do enjoy this style of writing. Yes the fear is out there

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clarissa mckone

Thu 6th Dec 2007 03:44

WOW! This is amazing, they sure do sell fear very well, the mass of brain dead feed on it Peter. Some is real and some is not, I tell you Im so tired of trying to figure out whats truth and whats a lie...loved the poem. Happy Holidays! ;)

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