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Maturity Vs. Moral obscurity?

Who am I at long last…

I used to poke fun at the briefcase toting,

ticket noting,

status-quo deep throating

resounding chorus of pin stripe clad…

SHEEP.

Now i am the government’s tool.

A humble divining rod, leading that sterile bigot down into my former hiding place.

In my uniform of dockers and I’m going to be late. I’m going to be late. I’m going to be late. I’m going to be late. Ooh look that’s on sale. Ohh look THAt’s on SALE! Why can’t they just DRIVE FASTER! WHY can’t they JUST DRIVE FASTER! Our mission statement is: Terms and Conditions. Meeting points. I statements.

My friends look at me in disgust. “Who are you to trust?”

BUT they offered me serenity. BUT They offered me security.

They offered me atonement for my father’s failing flesh.

I will use my dreams to clean up his mess.

I will kneel at his wasted moments and scrub my every joy

against the ground

hoping to absorb

his flaws and mask the bit of him in me.

I could’ve been a poet,

a mus\ician

a drift:er

a freight train hopper

one of th;ose creepy people

you pa%ss

ever#y

da@y

th!at

frighte)ns

y}ou with

thei?r clairvoyant

stare.

Now I AM just where I am.

but where?