
I stand around
Lookin at the mindless, empty eyes of the
Drones that brainlessly enslave themselves to the useless things they own
Am I wasting away listening to all of the things
You say will make me human?
Worthy of your acceptance?
You find pleasure in cramming damned images into my mind
Your way isn’t working for me
Spend countless hours engulfed in one-way communication with television
Indulging in the lives of strangers rather than creating your own existence
Where is the excitement!!!
What’s the point of all the rules you set?
Where’s the fun in titular leading by example?
When it’s all been done before and
Nothing is new, you’re still just a follower
Isn’t that a laugh and a half?
So why not misbehave?
Make your own soap opera
Oh things,
things,
and more silly little things we acquire
To gather dust until the maid steals it
And foolish pride
And fighting over men
And wasting energy with jealousy
of the next door neighbors new Lexus
Make your own soap opera
Oh things,
things,
and more silly little things we acquire
To gather dust until the maid steals it
And foolish pride
And fighting over men
And wasting energy with jealousy
of the next door neighbors new Lexus
There is a wage on your happiness, my dear
I light a cigarette as I tell you honey,
the wage is the one you put on your own head
And I gotta tell ya darlin’
that price is pretty damned low
Why do you
Why do You fail to make life simple for yourself?
Ya fill it with complicated rules unnecessary to life
You allow people who don’t even know you
To
Dictate what to wear
What you drink
Where you go
Who you should love
I’m utterly convinced of its foolishness
Dirty laundry left in the hamper a few days more
Smells funny
But don’t funny make you laugh?
So what? Leave it there
Why not instead make others wish they had the…
Dare I say it… nerve to live out loud,
Full of life, live and in color?
Happy along the way- there is beauty to
Being foolish
Be foolish
It can’t be sillier than mothers who cage their babies after dark
Stuff their mouths with rubber
Instead of consoling them with loving arms
Your car receives better care
Shameful honey… ‘cause
That ain’t living
That’s just existing
And tell me, darling…
Where the hell’s the fun in that?
June 7, 2009 at 2:35 PM
Great poems :)
Thanks for sharing :)
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