Sleep demons hanging from eyelashes
As the dragon under the desk snores
And scratches a gold coin
Out from between titanium scales
Swimming images flashing
Across a groggy mind
As jesters juggle and tumble
Across the floor
A pen falls near the waste basket
Filled to exploding with numbers and doodles
The constant drip of the water cooler
Adds a heartbeat
To the monotony of the daily grind
Hand shakes and knifings (in the back of course)
Doled out like ear tags at a county fair
One of each for everyone
Two for the piggies with brown smudged snouts
Scrounging every last penny
Until they squeak when they walk
Life size wind up soldiers with no real purpose
But to entertain their creator
Just cattle, lined up at the trough,
Waiting for a drink
“Grande vanilla cap, dry please”
The recitation becomes automatic
After a while
Often times it seems
That the humming and drumming
Of everyday life
Drowns out the sense of self
Planted inside the souls of man
By the multifaceted faces of their
Creators (or Creator)
These gods (or God)
Seem(s) to act like a child
With an ant farm
Or maybe the human psyche
Is too simple to comprehend the plans
Of an entity far more “advanced” than itself.
Zealous individuals misquoting
10 font pages in Times New Roman
Proclaiming that man
Is second only to one.
Ignoring the facts
Flashing in front of their eyes,
Refusing to believe that man
Is a puppet,
A puppet,
Cursed with free will
And no real freedom. |
Submission Name: Of Apathy and Zeal
