Awake in the middle of the night
Awake in the middle of the night
This mysterious cloud glowing down
Wishing there was something to be done
So much sickness and no one cares
Bullies, monies, and selfies trap us all
(You communist.)
Such egotism
Such ignorance
Such sadness
It boils down to hopes and fears
We’re capable of little else
(Why are humans so egotistical?)
Power traps power and confines like magnets
(Ironically..legal…after all)
This great, everyday struggle with the Devil!
(Nothing else matters when eternal life is at State. Right!)
Rhetoric so perfect
Rhetoric so concise
(Not to mention semantical politics)
Rhetoric that tricks them all
Human expressions? reflections?
(Not like there’s time anyway!)
Who needs them?
So easy to trick
The game is perfect
Extreme leisure, depression to the core
Manipulation matters most
Illusions guide our way
Warped generation-old ‘universal’ myths
(What’s the purpose of a single apostrophe anyway??)
Re-re-re-rewritten histories to fool anew
Critical thinking is forbidden, you, you devil worshiper
“Run, Forrest, Run”
They say.
But for what.
“What does it mean to live if you have no choices?”
Oh the questions.
(Please stop.)
You know they won’t handle it.
Poetry of the mind.
That’s it.
Dr. Andrew Joseph Pegoda 