A life of privilege; a life tailored to us
This is the life intended for us
Such comfort in an existence so effortless
Lifestyle, not life; not lived, but experienced
We pass our time in rooms purpose-built
for us, to bury our heads in fiction designed
for the likes of us
to be preoccupied with
Content for our focus to be our distraction
So we are, transfixed, a committed audience
And just as well, we’ve been programmed
to function and not question
the faceless hand that terrifies and reassures us
That quietly aids all our decisions
And demands our loyalty alongside our attention
How they know us so well; our desires, our afflictions
So we forget their purpose
and their subtle intentions
That we are the market; their sole motivation
And our predictability; a part of their prescription
We live a life imagined for people like us
Conceived to satisfy creatures simple as us
And we learn to do what is expected of us
Expected, of civilised people, like us
People like us
