Dear Blank-Heads
Dear,
Dear,
Dear... Whoever this is too.
The collective unconscious, the universal "you".
Anybody who's listening,
I thought, but I never knew.
I Swallow, before I chew,
I'm a swallow who never flew.
Like how Jesus Christ was a Jew, and Islam preaches, peace,
In
All their teachings.
How many different ways can we read things?
Pre conceived notions. Media misleading.
Directly, directing,
And pointing people to where it's bleeding.
You can save your Mom, for a small fee,
This is the country we call free?
'Well don't say that, they still let us watch TV.'
I think the real problem here, is most of you aren't breathing.
Been transformed,
to unthinking, unfeeling, colicky little,
TEETHING TODDLERS!
Whining, crying, peeing, NOT REALLY SEEING,
What act-ual-ly-is,
Going on here...
All think were sailing straight ahead when really
Our Governments gon' queer.
In P'Town sipping tall beers,
Every press conference, bring a beard.
Hypocrites, living in fear.
What's wrong with honest and clear?
They told me 'You can't handle the truth!', and tried to shoot me.
I'm a hallo-gram of a hallow man,
Didn't notice em' go through me.
They froze, said, 'Oooh, spooky.'
The next few scenes,
Are based loosely offa' Platoon, I dunno know if you seen it?
Well I'd advise that you bring along your new crew-ci-fix,
Cuz you about to view-you some-gruesome, twisted,
Sick, Wicccc-ked- acts,
As a response, to this, REDIC-ULOUS! Lack-of,
Pas-sion.
The definition of your jobs, that y'all still
AIN'T GRASPIN!
This Flacid,
Fast-talk, that,
WE ACCEPT FOR PASSIN!
I say 'hey, why don't we all share together,' I hear
"Only cuz its in fashion"
We don't check the way that we're acting,
This nation ain't gonna last long.
In these Glutenous Hunger Games?
I'd be more happy on RATIONS!
Copyright © Nicholas Robinson | Year Posted 2020
|