Concrete safari

The doctors change procedures like the changing seasons, feel the patients lesions, in the hallway screaming, no more fake medications, greedy politicians, only puppets, enslaved by the mass appeal, but no one appeals, fights for their rightful dreams, but instead they take the beating, one more pill, one more reason, to trust these crippled minded beings, the epitome of treason, while the patients are never receiving, the treatment that they've been pleading, the side effect of modern day treatment, is to live with the drug forever, a personal profit made for every sickness that our bodies witness, and for that, like a bad marriage, with massive side effects, intelligent human beings, falling slave to the money we make, the problems we cook up and shake, while they call me a cheapskate, I don't follow the trends and what they say, mass media is the medium, the middle man that holds our information at hand, selects a certain few and inflates and holds every stereotype to be true, black and blue the truth until it is force fed into the youth, unenlightened and persuasive, manipulative politics, they only win when you buy into the sin.