phreedum

i really can’t escape this
these labels and libels
threaten to
leave me
no choice
but to
flee
my history
is
insanity
and all this
poetry
repeats
as the trees
laugh at thee
because
fall is
a fable, a
fire in the mind’s eye
fleeting, fighting
to release me
but
the psychedelic experience is
gone
replaced by
the 5 day work week
credit cards, mortgages
heating bills, and engine trouble
and
the laws of man are
mute for the masses
absurd, and growing
like a parasite
so
like minds congregate
screaming for change
and killing for a cure
a chorus of positive disorder
but
all too quickly they disperse
just one step away, and
afraid of the rEvolution
they are
banished to the world of
pharmaceutical commercials
connivence meals, designer coffees
gameshows, and government guns
television hell
yet
some seek outside information
a stern confirmation
of intelligent design
and
have you noticed that all cats
tread softly?
i believe they know
the secret
and i wonder
does the moon hold the key
to this rotating mystery?

 

 

 

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