AngelHalfie

Make me a statistic with Your Century Signet Gold with five black stripes And your brown clipboard Biting down on piles of paper Forms that admit me And release me And analyse me Turning me into numbers And abstract chemical combinations Prescribe the pills that make My medicated counterculture Thrive and grow and become The threat to your security And your crazy little sanity pockets That quiver under our feet We are the children of Your mindless revolutions Your manipulation of the genome Your meddling with nature Your obsessive need to prove That faith cannot exist Only science and the minds of men Can exist - it'

Christian Bale viewed his reflection with a grin He was covered from big toe to chin Halloween was his fave And sweets he did crave Yup, the 'Dark Knight' would soon ride again With pumpkin-bucket, he stood at the door He had rung this doorbell twice before His Batman costume was a hit But a rather tight fit He'd already eaten candies galore The little kids were all up in a riot The big kid in the Bat-suit was a pirate He was collecting every treat Down their little street It was time for the Bat-dude to 'buy-it' Christian heard an internal alarm bell And finally the other shoe fell Little monsters converged Their sugarless