Monday, March 24, 2008

back stepping through the bushes

I 've been growing sick of this allegory, the same old modern high school textbook  story.
I gave it two thumbs in the crit, but honestly I think it's shit
So I'm not going to lie, but it annoys me.
When I rise from my bed 
with the crust blocking my eyes, 
the sky looks 
quite dim.  
The reality that you get 
looks for your pedantic crap,
 makes me gag and question my purpose...
I'm not nearly as small as you perceive me to be,
when I pass you in the hallway you suck your breathe in not speak.
So keep walking down this road with mislead truth as your might.
Because this highlighted moment will be worthless after tonight.
I won't stage protest, but I won't hand out life vest when your ship goes sinking down.
I don't mind the ethereal, but you've got to be real.
The people hang from coat tails like tags.
I find nothing sacred in your material,
I find you quite in inferior..
But I guess you think the same of me.


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