The Shame of it (All to Blame)...

The tidal flow of Humanity,

the groups, the groping

the weekend Carnival,

walking the Concrete Boardwalk;

Brass City burning bright,

Neon Night Lights

soothing The Herd

as they mill about,

looking for something Unique

amid the sameness

searching of themselves,

Lost, Lonely and Bored,

mired in the Changeless,

the Comfort of Complacency,

barely Living, ever Nascent,

always in Descent,

never climbing,

"just keep in line,

move along slowly

and you will be fine,

it will get easier over time,

rinse and repeat,

along with a two-year contract

and a special gift

when you complete

the Terms of the Agreement,
Free with Purchase"...

 

A Misnomer, Gomer,

the jest is on you, Homie

but you won't even hazard a guess

because you question nothing;

tell me, then,

whose Sin is the Greatest;
The Fool who Believes Not

or

The Fool who Knows Not

 what they Believe?...
April 4, 2015