Ripe For The Breaking

...you weren`t born with the world<br>falling at your feet -<br><br>The path is long and agonizing<br>being dragged on your knees.<br><br>...and the silver spoon in your mouth<br>tastes spoilt with rust.<br><br>When all that glitters isn`t gold<br>and fortunes turn to dust.<br><br>You`re prime for the raping.<br><br>And when you don`t pander<br>to meet the agenda,<br>scavengers<br>start to gather.<br>Perverse visionaries taste the lather ;<br>the just rewards in controlled rebellion.<br><br>Tossed and probed like<br>a gristly piece of meat,<br>lock, stock, and barrel slave.<br>You just don`t<br>contradict Big Brother ;<br>he`s got the right to push you under.<br><br>...and they pledge you the earth,<br>then pull you six feet down.<br><br>And you`re branded with the stigma ;<br>unusable dropouts.<br><br>...and with inspiration ravaged,<br>you take the final bow,<br><br>The creative demeanor<br>shattered into a million pieces.<br><br>You`re ripe for the breaking.