04/07/2025
This....
A poem by Casey Means, MD (with some rhyming help from AI)
If I were the devil, I’d ditch the disguise—
No pitchfork, no flames, just marketing lies.
I’d feed you poison, call it a “snack,”
And label you “elitist” when you want your health back.
I’d flood the media with videos of threats,
Distract and scare and create non-stop stress.
I’d poison the soil, then praise the “yield,”
While destroying the topsoil in every field.
I’d bury research, seal the locks,
Then line you up for seventy-three shots.
I’d cancel critical thinking, stop dissenters with bots,
Then jab your kids without a second thought.
I’d shame the sunlight and worship shade,
And block the rays the holy sun made.
Then sell you D in plastic packs,
To fill the hole from all you lack.
I’d flood your nights with dopamine,
From endless scrolls on little blue screens.
I’d wreck your sleep and sell it back:
“Sweet dreams” with Lunesta and a hundred sleep hacks!
I’d break your trust in ancient ways,
And mock the moon and cycles’ phase.
I’d push the Pill and dull women’s flame,
Till womanhood forgot its name.
I’d give boys man-boobs through toxic food,
And call masculine strength aggressive and lewd.
I’d whisper, “You’re too much, too loud,”
And shame men’s fire as something rude.
I’d flood your screens with p**n on demand,
Till touch means pixels, not holding a hand.
I’d teach women that cooking is something to dread,
That birth needs control and a hospital bed.
I’d destroy the Village, sell you “smart-phones,”
And push Reels that make mothers feel they’re completely alone.
I’d call the Sacred just a trend,
And glorify materialism without any end.
From kids to elders, I’d fry their brains,
Depression, pain, and dementia their chains.
How can you fix things when you can’t think straight?
But don’t worry: Big Pharma will medicate.
I’d put processed poison in the School Lunch,
Let taxpayers pay while the children get sunk.
We’d say that cereal was breakfast of choice,
Packed with sugar and dyes to zap our life-force.
I’d fill the oceans with microplastics and trash,
And poison rivers with pesticides and coal ash.
I’d make you think that composting was hard,
And that you need Roundup to murder every w**d in your yard.
I’d fill the air with infertility-chemicals galore:
“Glade Plug-Ins” and “Lysol” as acceptable norms.
If I were the devil, I’d play it smart:
No need for chains—I’ll just clog your heart!
Keep you comfy, fed, and blind—
Too tired to seek, too numb to find.
If I were the devil, I’d tax you to no end—
Too broke to rise, too exhausted to defend.
No need for war or guns or screams—
Just sugar, screens, and broken dreams.
If I were the devil, I’d never show—
I’d simply coax “yes” from your mouth when your heart screams “NO.”
No need for fire, just silent control,
I’d promote self-abandonment that fractures your whole.
I’d convince your species it’s small and weak,
Too scared of your power, too scared to speak.
I’d help you forget you are a soul and pure light—
A miracle of God trading Enlightenment for likes.
I’d make you forget you’re One with all things,
An eternal note in the symphony the universe sings.
I hope you’ll stay distracted by my noise and my spin,
Never suspect I’m the one who is weakest within.
For if you believed the limitless love that you are,
You’d rise from my grip and entertain me no more.
No fight, no fire — just your peace and your breath,
And I’d melt in a flash, disarmed by your depth.
