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The bubbling variety whom many have claimed to be
Often wondered’ would people (especially young people) he would see
Be often so eager, so keen, and if not keen, deem it necessary
To claim a stake in that pool of influence and prejudice known as education?
If they knew they would die, oh at twenty-seven,
The age of romanticism
They thought, when they were eleven
Do they not want to face the pool of human pity?
But why should we pity anyone? Because we’re hardwired to?
Unless you’re a sociopath, and that’s hardly socially acceptable any more.
Why do some people enjoy stepping outside the realms of normality,
as if they were stepping out for milk
Is that art?
Do art people use milk? Do they consume nutrients at all?
Is passion and a secret (or not) contempt of the normality that people have created and shove down their throats more rapidly than greasy fast food enough to nourish the soul?
And after all the soul is all that needs to be nourished right?
Quit slumming it, quit pretending you’re poor
Shouts you,
But we’re bored of our culture
Shouts they,
Because I,
Painted my nails black until everyone else did; these days I leave them alone and bitten
Bed ridden
If the cold war got you down before; now you’re reincarnated in the 2000s
Whaa yao guna ger angry abou now child?
Don’t tell me pretentiousness had made you feel defiled
You fought to be satisfied
You forget the human condition is to be unsatisfied
Hatred is underrated
Addiction is the human conditioned personified in a person you call ‘poor’ and ‘wretch’
Wretched Richard, never could kick the horse
And those picturings kept him awake all night, dreaming of red poppies growing on grown over graves.
And he wondered (to only himself of course ) if those deaths had been necessary, and if the enemy (whoever they were) had triumphed, and ruled in a totalitarianism fashion, over the common people of today, would not this be better?
Would not this give the human spirit courage?
To rise against something, for we are better when united against something
And far worse when united against nothing,
The world without injustice was unimaginable and horrifying
Boredom- was the worst thing that a person could be subjected to
But no one listened to Richard, he was after all just a