Trope-a-dope

What if we're unrestricted variables
Convinced to fit into types
By salesmen selling hype 
Restricting us to limited areas.

Sets of sets that contain themselves
On couches across America
Tell a vision of a miracle
So to dreamers, it all feels solved,

Even though they can't recall
When it all resolved
But the television told
For it's captive audiences to behold.

Our functions have been reduced down
To simple standard roles
So do what you're told
And it will all work out just fine,

As long as no one goes out of their mind
And tries to figure out
Why those who scream and shout
Are ahead while thinkers are left behind.

Subliminal messages sent to convince us
Don't ask questions
It's just the conditions
Criminal practices? Nah, just doing business.

Wouldn't want to spoil the dreams
With inconvenient facts
That feel like attacks
To performers trying hard to put on scenes.

Simple dopes following tropes as expected
Act as directed
Or get rejected
As simply as that, a scene is erected,

A backbone for a culture to grow on
The structural language
That gets used to manage
The very media that the future will spawn from.