4Ramblings #3 Find Yourself
I cringe as I sense the words
About to fall ever so carelessly from your mouth:
How was your day at school?
How can I answer except with a question?
What is the point of your schools?
Oh, I try to be the pedantic student
Scouring over mountainous books
Devouring your so-called knowledge
As a glutton does a five course meal
Engorging myself, feeding my gray matter
Succulent morsels of government and physics,
Because heaven forbid if I didn't
Strive zealously to be what you wanted!
What do you want?
I endure your spawns each day
The rotten fruit of your institutional orchards
Ready to be bought off and squeezed
I put up with your Barbie clones
With their superficial, socially acceptable
And sophomoric garbage that is flung from
Their mouths, just as an unwanted mutt
Retches (they've named it conversation)
And their cohorts! The Followers,
Those simple minded fools that trip over
Themselves and blend into the wallpaper of Life.
Content with their lifeless lives,
Fearful of standing on their own and yet
Claiming to be individuals.
They're drawn to the Clones, to their
Steaming pile of regurgitated
Chunky soup of mindlessness
Like flies to shit!
I disdain their willingness to be ignorant
Servants to the crass, slaves to the comatose and lethargic
SLEEPERS AWAKE!
I am not Horatio
This is not my Emily Dickinson letter to the world
Why in the hell should I write to them?!
They're the ones who've tried to program me.
With their poisonous monotonous half truths
Smiling benignantly as the earth implodes.
(POOF!)
So don't patronize me with your question:
How was school?
Ask yourself are you happy?
You can be free w/o happiness
But with happiness you are free
Only then will you understand.
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