
A rambling that finds itself on the topic of faux-rebellion and capitalism...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 235 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-14-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2489077
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None of the Above
Dust
Depravity
Humanity and indecency
No scars will bring you closer to me
And your eyes are getting hollow
Fate
Stupidity
Dogmatic artificial history
Your eyes don't see the light
They see the spaces in between
Reality is opaque and far more difficult to swallow
We've got aces in the hole
We're chest-deep in the sugar bowl
Gone so far, there's no where to go
But the sweetness is so sweet that I've lost my taste for
This self-righteous lower middle class fantasy
The glamor of the billboards can be so blinding
Victimized and crucified by over-marketing
And I keep catching myself buying in to their routine
Insert myself in to another foreign sentence
This honey-glazed masquerade
So sickening in its display
Is such an easy losing game
I've finally lost my interest
Help me
To get my grip on something slick
Reality
This plastic trip has made me sick
Do I believe?
Am I living in the rhythm of the world or the words
And wherein lies the difference?
The rebels look like stooges
And the stooges look like rebels
They both live to consume
And they both just want to peddle
Their USD
Those money-mongering mindless sheep
I guess I'll have to go with "e"
When "none of the above" is more than I can think of
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