The Taming

when younger & full of life, idealistic with fist in the air, hell bent on changing the world with a communicative heart whose capacity to give & care for those around her/him seemed without need to ever replenish, the thought that an institution whose front seemed to be legit, whose will to instill knowledge in the population of those willing seemed pure & true, never seemed to register. so onto college went the aspiring world-changer, doing all they could to study hard to be involved in the community to picket when needed, to protest when driven, and on and on went the wonderful world of hope, until graduation. now the taming came when the bills started to clock in, for the job promised by the admin staff in the human resources dept. at the college, just wasn’t there, when the student got out, so the scramble to climb back up the tree trunk, in order to get back in that academic nest, began--- but this time, the stress of life on the outside forced the individual to be scrapping for a way to pay the rent while also applying to a grad school & the new dual distribution of energy just didn’t pan out like it used to, because the student had been off the wagon, so to speak. in attaining a job to pay the bills, without health insurance or permanent status promised, the lies began to show their face & the idealistic student now became the angry individual whose whole attempt to become a “better citizen” had been shown to be an ordeal not really worth having unless one wants to be a slave to the loan companies & therefore, a slave to the established status quo of indifferent self-struggle, which became par for the course when the taming began. now, without time to get out in the streets, as there had been, political motivation to change the world morphs into a combination of dissatisfaction with the slow outcomes & a sense of failure in many different spheres--- now out of the academic loop & locked into the work force, the tamed, frustrated, slave to the system bows down their head to offer up their mind to the chopping block & uncle sam raises up the axe, until down it comes thrashing with all the glory of a good, solid, decapitation.