harry's happy gulping

Harry, Harry...
Why’s your mouth so full?

Harry found a jar inside the fridge,
Labeled “DO NOT DRINK,” but he did!
He poured the jar, felt alive,
White goo dripping down his spine!

He said:
“It’s cold! It’s sweet! It’s thick! It’s fake!
I CAN’T STOP — I LOVE THE TASTE!”

GULP IT DOWN, HARRY!
Your mind is melting like a popsicle soul!
GULP IT DOWN, HARRY!
Now you’re one with the corporate hole!

Artificial flavor, artificial sin,
White goo crawling up his chin!
Milky lies, sticky fate,
Swallowed truth from a paper plate!

Is it glue?
Is it cream?
Is it part of some unholy dream?
Is it love?
Is it hate?
Or just your snack from Section 8?

NO ONE KNOWS WHAT’S IN THE GOO!
IT COULD BE TRUTH OR TOILET GLUE!
HARRY SLURPS WITHOUT A CLUE!
NOW HE'S A PRODUCT, JUST LIKE YOU!

GULP IT DOWN, HARRY!
Drink the sludge of society's grace!
GULP IT DOWN, HARRY!
White goo smile on a featureless face!

Harry, Harry...
What have you become?
A man…
Or the goo?