I swear I'm not high when I write these kinds of poems, welcome to my mind, crazy I know. |
-Make Foolish People Do- by Keaton Foster Lemmings Bipedal aberrations Continuously Standing upon the edge Wondering “what if?” Razor thin Are their choices Not so quick Do they decide Patience is their one And only godsend Often More than most They refuse to act They do nothing Standing fools Playing another’s game Who’s exactly Maybe that’s unclear Then again Maybe it’s not Duplicitous sacks Filled with rocks Thick to the core Bothersome galore Make foolish people do Looking down Acting like clowns Always joking around Confessing authenticities And wildly held atrocities What they have done What they have become Unbearable to some Unsustainable to them No one hears them Except for themselves Weird But dare I say true I can see them in view I can spot their mistakes Nothing do I dare waste Each vision is a gift Each perception Partial redemption All going towards something Far more complete Something for certain meant I flush out the details I spell out each crucial bit Of all that makes them tick Make foolish people do What Whatever it is that I wish They fall for my fabrications They believe in everything And that nothing should be wasted Immortally moronic malfeasants Fighting the rules as stated All while living under my thumb All while looking Down the barrel of a gun Make foolish people do What I say What I convey Without even knowing me Half-baked is their logic Fully cooked are their minds I would push them If I was ever so inclined But I want them to live Such lemmings Serve a unique purpose An important step In understanding If they are not there to listen There to without question Then who will Who will hear what I say And read what I won’t The code must be broken The madness must be a token A weight holding them true Freeing them from their doom Over the edge They otherwise might go Not by brute force But by sheer will alone The questions they ponder Are the same ones That I fight to answer Symbiotic is this existence Transcending all that is And all that has yet to come Make foolish people do What I wish What I so willingly desire They may be at the edge Standing in groups exceeding ten But they are not ready to leap They are not ready to know What it is That is way down there In the deepening darkness In the swirling emptiness So impossibly far below Make foolish people do… Make Foolish People Do Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |