An Ode to Headless ChickensA Poem by Jonny The Savage
To act only in self-interest;
Is to deny the miracle of existence. But we are chickens; headless, We are fools - directionless. We act as though confident; yet blind, We pretend to be enlightened, but out of our mind! But alas! There are few seeking the answer. Only problem? The truth hits you like a cancer.. Here's the "real truth" - now buy a water filter!!! It must be the Jews; there are too many shills here. But we are chickens; headless, We are fools - directionless. It hits you like a heart attack If you let it; it will paint your whole world black! Perception tells me that there is, indeed, a right. Will requires that I never surrender in this fight! We've pulled that cosmic trigger; shot our load into space. What I find stranger? It's so rare to see a human face! It's great that it's simple, and it is now... But it's turning you into a monster...but I guess you don't care, anyhow! We destroy each other for the meaningless; Considering it gospel...Ahh, how clueless! But we are chickens; headless,
We are fools - directionless. © 2016 Jonny The SavageAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJonny The SavageAtlantis, Apple RockAboutAesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..Writing
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