This Complacent Creed

Into the blackness,
the soul descends at a pace
fast, like a speed boat.

Contract or not, the
devil, on authority
from the Creator,

seduces mankind
with temptations and empty
promises, and he

wins us over at
the end. That alone makes the
cold truth so hard to

swallow. It sits out,
gathering dust and mold in
the open air call'd

human ignorance.
And the overseers are
overwrought, joyful

that the addicted
folks are satisfied in their
greedy, loathing ways.

And the unwritten
rules, this complacent creed is
commonplace throughout,

from beds in bedrooms,
from bathtubs in bathrooms, the
evidence speaks on

its own. The bosses
stare down and conspiracy
nuts just stare upward

in a dreamlike state.
And ev'rybody else is
in a dreamlike state.

The kooks see evil
behind ev'ry office door.
The ordinary

folks see delusions
of riches, of sheer grandeur.
Drugged up for the sake

of it, they march on,
the drones just smart enough to
push the pencils from

one end to the next,
irregardless that they are
allowing death to

be thrust upon them.
Because death cannot be cured,
the status quo

will not change for the
better, but for purposes
of degradation.

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

even lemmings are not that stupid