Walking Slums

I have lost my emotional attachment to the bull people pulling love from the air, cheering I love you not caring; willing to share whatever emotions they have with anyone who doesn’t  know any better, how to feel or believe in what’s real.
True spoken words engaged, must enrage the very thoughts of society; misconceptions of who they are, confused of who they should be.  Not willing to be real with themselves yet share views of others.  Unfocused minds consume positive thoughts, though willing to listen to the lies of the world embracing every word.  They can’t perform self- thoughts with the lack of educational values choosing to lose, accepting abusive words cutting down their own intelligence, still smiling; silent clowns. You shouldn’t be a Jack ass for the rest of your life.  Grow some brain cells, imprison your thoughts of higher hopes of growing knowledge. 
Their missing every turn, walking in circles refusing to go anywhere; at a stand still of course no one cares just brain washed zombies feeding on negative thoughts, basic nutrition focused on one thing, moving in hoards, cattle herding, going along with the mishaps of a doom society.  Moving against the grain watching movies frame by frame, mimicking actors to a life style that’s not real, confused on how they should feel.  Should be hungry for more than just what they see on TV visualize life in a better prospective, social media have you hooked forcing you to forget who you are, paying close attention to someone’s life that’s not your own.  Needing self improvement.
Slum lords have control of several apartment buildings  and you’re just the walking slum of our society. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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