Ladies and Gentlemen! Come One Come All
To The House Of Illusions....
Dillusional confusion is what you'll find here.
Step right up, Get in line! There's nothing to
Fear. (Well, maybe just a little, Bwahh has haa)

Stop! Before we go any further.
I need to know who I'm dealing with...
Are you a burglar. Are you with the
government? Are you a saint?
I'll bet I can't count all the things
that you ain't.
When you look in the mirror, does
your reflection grin back at you?
Do you walk without fear of not
knowing who's who.

Is self doubt and insecurity
looking over your shoulder.
Trying to look younger as
you keep growing older?
Mimicking the gimmicks
subconsciously learned.
Send a child to school...
Another penny burned.

I'm fukkin' walkin' here...
Respect my authority!
I'm the loudest asshole in the
room, Everybody look at me!
I need your attention as I'm
cinching up my noose.
I'm drowning in self loathing
and now you're my excuse.
My self abuse...
Is the reason I got stripes.
The reason I always lose is
I won't take your advise.

I need some likes here...
Endorphins are my drug.
I'm sweeping my reality
under the rug.
What you see ain't what you
get in this house of mirrors.
The future may be foggy
but one thing remains clear.

The Age Of Confusion Is Here.

Stop! I may be just an observer.
Don't you know who you're dealing with?
Is it a murderer. Do they support
empowerment? Are they just bait?
You get what they present to you...
The picture they paint.
Did you drink to much beer and can't
remember who you were last night?
You were such a blast living in your own
gaslight.
Well that's alright, we've all been there,
best pick up and move on.
No one will even know you when the
party's all done.

What about your frenemies
looking over your shoulder?
Trying to figure out who you are...
As your lies keep getting bolder.
Repeating what's been fed
to sheeple unable to discern.
Never learning from the past
as more fools take their turn.

I'm fukkin' talkin' here!
Respect my individuality.
I'm lost in a crowd,
I become transparency.
I am a great invention,
A chamillion in some else's shoes.
Keeping up with this pretention..
perfecting this ruse.
And the view!
It's true, it takes all types.
Looking down on all of you
from unstable heights.

Come on! Let's go get some beer,
Let's go do some drugs.
I'm sweeping my mortality
under the rug.
What you see ain't what you
get in this house of mirrors.
The future may be foggy
but one thing remains clear.

The Age Of Confusion Is Here.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
May 25th, 2024 ©
© Michael W. Taylor