When I Grow Up I Want To Be...[Corporate Zombie]A Poem by Mercury MirrorsThis is how my parents tried to raise me. =/ well they didnt do it to b malignant but its the way they were raised & the way their parents were raised & etc. Just showing you how i see people every day...not doing anything exciting or interestingSuits with no one in them walk, walk, walk down crowded streets.
Briefcases hold their throbbing, bleeding hearts that don’t beat.
That’s the life your parents hope for you to have someday.
And they will medicate you if you don’t go their way.
Sheltered & locked away, you have nothing you can do.
Slowly you succumb & the disease infiltrates you.
And you end up just like them though you swore not to be.
Marching down that crowded street, a corporate zombie. © 2008 Mercury MirrorsReviews
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1 Review Added on August 21, 2008 Last Updated on September 5, 2008 AuthorMercury MirrorsPensacola, FLAboutOkay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..Writing
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