Social Contraction

Deep down
in the bowels of my soul
lives a sinner unrepentant.. 

Not bound by social controls
or repressive moral constraints
the snarling beast yearns to return
to jungle days of yore.. 

The anarchy and chaos
of a world without rules
made by hypocritical fools
who suppress natural urges...

Order is the poison drip to freedom...

Is it any wonder our miserable species
is so obsessed with psychoanalysis?

Searching for the source of our discontent
staring back at us in the mirror..

Once our quest for self enlightenment
crashes and burns into inevitable disillusionment
we turn ourselves over
to the wonders of mood medications..

Numbing the jungle we never really left 
with our best pharmaceutical lies...

The tragic futility of science misapplied