This poem speaks for itself |
What's your cancer, channel 13? Is God just a hollywood Movie? Is science and technology anti-human? What then brothers and sisters? Can your computer calculate your heart? Is your life worth a 9 o'clock special? Oh leave me, leave me alone! You rotting stinking Beelazabub I'm cut off from humanity. In a pixel controlled universe, I have become a nuclear vampire. Just quit your evil beckonings! I'm insane, Tom Joad became insane I'm driving off a purple mountain that has no majesties; only death, death, death, lurid death I've been mentally raped, tortured chemically There are no answers and questions are tired. Love is destroyed: replaced by pornography intelligent conversation is dying for a dumb ryhme, I'm not lying Life should not be this bad? Is it all in my head? I dream of dancing: Maybe a waltz or even a polka- With a beautiful woman. I dream of great meetings: And solving social dilemmas Oh then I wake up! Does anyone understand? I am lonely in a way that cannot be defined seething with anger all the time Am I missing something? Is the human race in stellar condition? Maybe I'm an aberation: But isn't the family dying also? Saying "no" to watch a tv show? How did the roman empire fall? We all know that answer. Don't we? As I ramble on I feel our future mostly gone Slipping through Atlas' hands into darker lands Yes an a,a -- beer ration. Should I follow Hunter or Hemingway? No not yet, I have alot to say and I am not that brave. I vent myself to see the light while saving myself from a less desirable plight. |