Calledge

Calledge

A Poem by Jerusalem Cricket
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'Most of my teachers didn't teach me s**t.'

"
sometimes I think
there might not be a tomorrow
so my time can't be wasted in any established institution.

whoops, there I go, wasting.
whoops, there goes the future.

band together,weird brothers.

a half assed attempt from one of us equates to a hundred ten percent from one of the others.
but what difference would it make?
there's like, a hundred million of them &
only one of me.

we're already snuffed out by the numbers.

so we throw ourselves off track; it's some what hypocritical - but hey -
at least we're following our hearts
or whatever organ
we think is the most vital.

simple existence is the biggest shame.
for the love of god.
you'll rot if you stay for the spindle,
drilling yer spiel & teething on the tiers, stagnating in the famous cesspools of shalott.
settle in, ferment to liquidity.

Imma just watch yall
waiting for the day
your stocking feet curl up &
die beneath the mortgage,
leaving the zirconia slippers
of a dream seeing red.

be clean
be neat
be nice
be right
be alive
& smile
but not too much.

that's the tell to tell em
something's up,
the specimen are not disrupted
or adapting to challenge
of being pissed
with these conditions.
they appear to be happy.


too happy.


something's missing.

© 2015 Jerusalem Cricket


Author's Note

Jerusalem Cricket
Most of my teachers, liked to throw "I went to college" in our faces, as if it meant something. To quote Coolidge, "The world is full of educated derelicts..."

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7 billion sheep will only sleep,while the monsters creep drag us into the deep..and it is revolution that is the solution.

Posted 9 Years Ago


more people should be reading this, but here we go again

Posted 9 Years Ago



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