
A poem that questions the methods in which we have been raised and the stories that shaped our childhood.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 242 - Published: 10-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3068055
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Aesop's Generation
The monster in your closet
The monster under you bed
All the scary stories
People drilled into your head
The guy who judges whether
You are good or you are bad
Maybe it's God, or is it Santa?
But better not make Him mad
Give him bad luck
Put him in room 13
You may not be heard
But you're allowed to be seen
Breaking backs by jumping on cracks
Figure of speech, what does it mean?
All these myths and tales and fables
Before you even become a teen
Call her name, she'll pop up
In your mirror at night
Proclaim a day a holiday
Just to give you a fright
Strangers who give out candy are bad
Except when they are not
Giant bunnies leaving treats
And presents for you lot
Give him bad luck
Put him in room 13
You may not be heard
But you're allowed to be seen
Black cats, magician's hats
Look I found a lucky coin
But all you do is flip it over
And now it's only worth a quarter
All these myths and tales and fables
And now they're barely able
To even fall asleep
Maybe the skitzo's got it all correct
And the rest of us just want to protect
Our intellect
Ignorance is bliss
But meat is murder
Once you say it like this
Why must we take it further?
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