The media

The devil's in the details,
Walking on a beach,
I picked up thoughts like seashells,
When you don't have to worry about the rent,
Or interest on credits cards,
It's easy to expand your horizons,
And focus your gaze on the stars,
The rich have problems too, but unlike the poor,
They are happier, live longer, and immune to the lure,
Of the media's fishing line,
Spend all of your money and all of your time,
Do what we say, buy what we sell, and don't save a dime,
Don't read between the lines,
Because what you might find,
Would bring back the protests of the 1960's, and put our investors in a bind,
We the newspapers, magazines, networks, "internets", and "entertainment" masters,
We don't need subliminal advertising to create disasters,
You think you control your fate and own your soul?
No, we tell you who to vote for and plan your fiscal goals,
Thanks to us, you know more about Marilyn Monroe,
Than about the history of the world and where you taxes go,
Don't be mad, it's by design and you have no control,
We tell you everything we need you to know,
We're the modern equivalent of the Medieval Church,
And even though you can use the internet to search,
When you decide to look for truth, and question our bait,
We'll trigger a pop-up ad, with our spy ware, and make you wait!