|
I made god laugh
**poetry slam I'm going to perform next week and so on, thought you guys might like to read it...**
This spurious existence is giving me a memory lapse
struggling for air as I run out of gas while I purposely steer off track.
My multiple personalities are making multiple personal attacks
causing panic gasps
as my mind talks behind its own back.
How can I cut myself some slack
when the sweat beads of my personal needs has rusted this blade stuck in my back?
It's not that I can't reach the handle, I'm a contortionist that is not restricted.
But just as I predicted
removing this apathy has got me conflicted.
So I put the blade back in between my 11th and 12th vertebral bone,
Cause Merlin hasn't taught me yet how to pull this sword lodged in my stone.
This constant bickering in my head is churning and causing sickening thoughts,
but I've come to realization that I'm not in battle with personal demons,
but with what I've been taught.
My constrained opinions have a very long shelf life,
Parental advisories trying to give me parental advice,
Visual imagery pound into weak wooden panels.
Commercial consumption feed fearful hungry masses,
"Come to our side of the light and we'll give you sunglasses!"
Product deals and product placements make it hard to avoid and resist,
Your freedom of thought is dismissed as they've got you thanking god that you're an atheist.
But still I plant my roots into distant fruits,
to try and disband these cynical plans.
Color coded warning signs
new issued terror threats
trying to
shake our boots even when the shoe doesn't fit our feet,
You're not sure what to fear
or what enemy we're trying to defeat
but you still look both ways before crossing a one way street.
We've become the black man in the liquor store,
trying to buy a drink under a watchful eye,
slap on the back of the hand as a reflex,
is it a coincidence that our leaders are former oil execs?
Smoke and mirror oil wars,
needed to lube up our expansive bits
"We want our fuel now! Without any bullshit!"
Billions spent on making our military the most advanced,
not to protect the people but to protect the national finance.
Public schooling's acronym is P.S. for good reason
It's an afterthought of the government's check book every season.
So I dissent, but still remain ignorantly optimistic
My direction in this life is still somewhat obscure,
But I made god laugh by trying to plan out my future.
__________________
Rebel
|
02-12-2003 10:12 AM
