The Mistress of the Flies and Nature's Other Rejects

Found a chink in Sir Lancelot's armor

Turned out chivalry died a rapid death today

Lost the battle in a merciless killing inside the Astrodome

Courtesy of Mad Max and his merry gang of psychotics

Torn to shreds for a few solitary pieces of metal and steel

Assembly line cannot replicate a forgotten persona

Now, everyone looked like J Crew catalogue model

Punk Rockers and Goths need not apply

Don't fit the mold of R.E.M.'s "Shiny Happy People"

Plastered on smiles and fake sentimentality

Only Hallmark and Lifetime can top that

One prospect unable to hold under such intense scrutiny

Suffocated under toxically bright fluorescent bulbs

And false hugs with an extra kiss of gratitude

Felt the pressure of 1,000 pairs of eyes

Focused on your every single move

Legs and arms folded after latest round of social poker

Logic and reason trapped in God's cynical Cuinsinart

As he mixed his latest cruel concoction

Unfortunately, the results don't bode well

For the latest fly on life's windshield

Eager to get scraped off like every other bug

Put through the rigors of the wipers

Going back and forth destroying everything in their path

Ready to fly away for parts unknown

Where no battles need to be waged

Just simply trying to get through the day in one piece

A smile would be simply icing on the chocolate cake.