A way out there poem about people and what they do and how I see it via my poetic mind. |
-Make People Do- by Keaton Foster Closeted freaks Out in the open All wearing Piano wire neckties One stumble forward And they are dead Done Cut to the bone Drained of any home Make people do What exactly I don’t know But I understand Who does He is waiting For what That is the question That deserves his answer But there won’t be one Not any that we will accept I am a wise fool I know of what I speak Articulation is my gift What exactly is yours Don’t know Better find out That is life The sum of the game The weight of the shame A burdensome effect Set to well-crafted music Listen in peace As parts of you die Make people do Again what is your truth I only know mine by chance By awkward happenstance An observer of freaks I see what they repeat I know the games they play The lives they dare betray I see them slowly walking along Caution is their theme song The mantra of their modus operandi I like to sing along as I take notes Writing what I see and thus believe It’s an interesting concept Being on the outside Of their outmost perimeter Make people do What exactly I’ll leave that up to them And thus up to you I’ll only transpose what is seen By me way out here Beyond all that they could And are comfortable with… Make People Do Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014 |