Turn Off the Lights

Turn Off the Lights

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg

A war’s out there, and people are dying off.
Famine, disease, you complain ‘bout a cough.
Our seventh sin is always sitting in sloth.
Pigs in blankets, fed pablum from the trough--
All right.
Because I’m not your kind,
My brains not shut in binds.
Time for yours to unwind.

Darkness is my favorite place--
Reminds me of the whole human race.
As they’re all just tryin’ to get laid,
I watch them in those beds that they made.

So turn off the lights
And let me step into your mind.
I’ll show you the sights
Things that you thought you’d never find.
Just break off the chains
Of your stupid dear mediocrity.
We’re gonna make it rain
With all the things that you thought you could never be.

Dead eye drunk and their eyes are bloodshot.
Empty syringe, nerves pulsing with dull watts.
Hold the bottle like it is all that you’ve got.
Days on the floor, while you sit and start to rot
Away
At an unusual pace
And your brain’s replaced
By your human waste.

Darkness is my favorite place--
Reminds me of the whole human race.
As they’re all just tryin’ to get laid,
I watch them in those beds that they made.

So turn off the lights
And let me step into your mind.
I’ll show you the sights
Things that you thought you’d never find.
Just break off the chains
Of your stupid dear mediocrity.
We’re gonna make it rain
With all the things that you thought you could never be.

© 2012 Dennis Shanaberg


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....I like the fantasy you've created..
I used to do that
=]

Posted 12 Years Ago


You went in many direction with the poem. There is a lot of good in this world. We hear of the bad only. Too bad men in power lack education of history and real world. Some places in our world are not going to be like the USA. We try our best to get along. In many places in this world. Killing gay people and trying to extinguish the minor religions in Asia and Africa. I don't know. Does feel a dark place sometime. A strong poem that open the door to a long conversation. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


This piece was great. I could hear a beat to this too. I can imagine this as a song as well. I could hear another beat for this song. It's dark and powerful. I loved this. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Dennis Shanaberg
Dennis Shanaberg

Mentor, OH



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