Hidden-claims control my aims
Welcomed looters proclaiming rights
To love me into their plights
Making them my new name.
Pretending to offer happiness
While secretly making me theirs
Pulling the strings of my need
To make me crave what I like to eat.
Turning taste into freebase
Morphing pleasure into gaunt chase
Addicting me to what I want
Burning desire into a frantic taunt