Wake Up

my stagnate states, as of late, necessitates freedom
like balloons breaking away from a baboon child's hand.
to be candid I'm sick of f*****g being branded  by the corporate lies of the supposedly civilized simians in charge,
Marge Simpson took on the monorail and I'll take on the world,
whirling fists like Cassius Clay in his prime,
a spandex sporting superhero fighting the crime
of our modern lives to which we've been made passive captives.
Wake up Sheeple and see they're steering us over the precipice, we must be ceaseless in our efforts to divert the direction,
correction: we must be ceaseless in our efforts to shun the shepherds and shear their flesh like they have ours for centuries.