Mom’s had enough, she’s done with the fray,Politics blaring night and day.The TV hums with suits and lies,She’s rolling her eyes, no more disguise.

She flips the switch, the screen goes black,Pops in The Matrix, no turning back.Red pill, blue pill, she’s seen it all,Rather dodge bullets than hear that call.

“Take the trash out,” she yells mid-scene,Neo’s fighting, her mood’s serene.Agents can chase, Morpheus can preach,She’s over the news, their endless reach.

The world’s a circus, a coded mess,She’d rather unplug than confess.With Trinity’s kicks and a sigh so deep,Mom’s free in Zion, no more sheep.