Warped.

Those times we sat and listened
To your coded, cryptic lessons;
Your secret plans, we were unaware
As you made us sit through those nearly unbearable sessions.

Those secret plans, we were unaware.
Blissfully ignorant, how were we to know?
Those truly unbearable sessions, how were we
To know which way the wind would blow?

Blissfully ignorant, we didn’t know.
We’ve been brainwashed and sedated.
The knowing wind, which way will it blow?
We’re second only to computers, except regularly updated.

You’ve had us brainwashed and sedated,
But it takes only one mutation
To confuse those pitiful machines
We’ll be sure to send our salutations.
-11/28/07