One of Them
One of them
I managed to avoid this existence
For quite some time
I alleviated freedom from the
Comeuppance no one cared to explain
I placed my soul into the
Bosom of filth and grind
All for the fulfillment of
Those who care not
All for the preservation of
All that cannot
Yet this rote-flavored chivalry
Confounds all light that
Dares to pierce the shaven meadow
Blankets warm from certainty
Bubbling over into stranded froth
Means
The mechanical standard bearers
Which uplift us against the will of men
This man
And chortle, they will, in the end
Because there's nothing left to say.
(5/3/10)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2020
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