I can’t stomach it any longer
The drawn out monotony 

Only serves now to remind 
Of the monopoly

Not only monetary
Mentally it controls

This age old opiate
I must have had too much

I’m so numb to it now
I don’t cheer, 

I gawk. 
Does anyone else notice?

This change of the thing I loved. 
Or is it that my eyes have opened?

Like that other thing I lost.
The crowds show it’s me

Or is that illusion too?
Do they play along,

Because it’s one thing
We still get to choose.