Uniformity
It's one big joke, so take me seriously. Its all one huge game, but play me
accordingly. Once, twice, three times you’re out, out of it all, out of sympathy, out
of mental stability. Its all just a play, a musical anthem played to all, played to the
ordered Americans that wont dictate life, giving their selves excuses to why
others are better. It’s being played throughout the radios and television stations.
The frequencies disrupt your composure. it chills each ear drum till it throbs.
Throbs until you give in and listen. Until you’re uniform like all else. It’s being
played in school, and we stand and say our mishaps. We release what’s in our
minds and out of our control, an order to vent. An order to show how we are all
just the same character, with the same problems.
Copyright © Carl Craighead | Year Posted 2007
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