A poem about the ridiculousness nature of human beings with regard to following others. |
-Asinine- by Keaton Foster ** Image ID #1916443 Unavailable ** Asinine One and the same Opposable digits Consequential widgets All meant to fill a hole Complete some task Unknown Do what was meant Even if no explanation is given Blind ridiculousness Serves many so well Such important roles Created by a God Often controlled By the devil below By definition This is a heathen speaking Will I be doomed by such words Who the fuck really knows More importantly Who the fuck cares Certainly not me Then again I am sure that I Am nothing like those Standing in rows Waiting to be told Expecting to be shown Asinine Fools relying on rules Begging to be directed Praying for scope Not wanting to be Made out to be dopes All of us are held Under the same thumb Mired within death While we are alive The closer we get The greater the mess Preposterous monuments Built in our own ideal image Breaking every commandment Diluting all understanding Overflowing heads Saturated brains Buckets of shame Standing in lines Pointing wild He did it No she did it It was not me It was not you Really then who Explanation Increasingly not needed Forgiveness often receded Both God and the devil Have had enough Lost to the world Misplaced to ourselves Standing is freakish poses Indistinguishable soldiers Fighting a battle While waging war Against who exactly Our own damn selves We alone Will be our demise We alone Will decimate the ranks Polluting this world With dead or dying souls Fragile beings Living outside of faith Such an inability to believe In something greater than ourselves Will be impossible to overcome At that point Salvation will become As pointless of those seeking it At that point there will be no return This poem may be a circle of words A trip down a deep well A reach into a darkening soul Or this poem might be absolute Unwavering truth based on facts That cannot be rescinded Argued or ignored Asinine A fitting descriptive For the legions of lemmings Standing around waiting Copying each other Increasingly indistinguishable Hypocritical masterpieces Looking for what is theirs Needing a form of control But unwilling to let go Of the idea that all of this Was created for us When in fact this place And everything within it Is simply a side-effect of a situation Possibly Undoubtedly Most definitely Everything is and will always be Beyond all human comprehension… Asinine Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |