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There is a war going on for your mind.

Media mavens mount surgical strikes
from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks.
Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads
infecting victims with silicone shrapnel.

Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers -
Now it’s raining pornography! - Lovers take shelter!
Post-production debutantes pursue you in NASCAR chariots.
They construct random letters from biblical passages
and bleed mascara into holy water supplies. 
There’s a war going on for your mind.

Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads.
They flash logos and blast ghettos;
Their embroidered neckties say “stop snitchin’”.
Conscious rappers and whistle-blowers get stitches
made of acupunture needles and marionette strings. 
There is a war going on for your mind.

Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them.
The desert sky is their blue screen;
they superimpose explosions; they shout at you:
“Pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain
Nor the craters beneath the draped flags!
Those hoods are there for your protection,
and the meteors these days are the size of corpses.”
There is a war going on for your mind —-

We are the insurgents.