The Confidential Memo that Lacks Confidence: Neo-coerce in Verse

News reel, your grandpa had excuses
Much better than ours
For being complacent, barred from the rest
In xenophobic ecstasy

Come on read my blog, comment on my comment
It's all good and well
But right, isn't it that all your comments
Seem so soft amidst a black and white
And fancy colors of 10,000 pages the
Interest groups will pay to keep away from ya

Right so as I sit and write unemployed
I follow the path that is virtuous
In that it is the road less taken

Without so much complacency, without so much
Institution
99 percent jump and fling themselves
How high, they ask drooling eager

Oh, you're not, you're not one of them

You're not one of them who is confident
In their sad over-dramatic resignation
To be, just content in your strategy

To deflect, quaint in your procrastinating

I know it's my problem on my hands
And that when I go, no not go

When I unhitch, people will stroll on
Oh so many diverse feelings, urges, pulls

Such soft pleading, the pull to align with your soul

Let's not say we never knew it

Because some magic and coincidence point
To the stars, which is why our distant ancestors
Stuck their faces in them, so they'd be sure

However, the reason this problem exists of not
Seeing simple silently from our heart
Is not only a matter of sophistry prevailing
But also a matter of a lack of a push for that

Again, our ancestors had better excuses

The problem is inherited
Many things are over-looked when a loved one
Is gone

It's too bad we can't look at that
And
Put a little love on the books
While we still got a good kick in us