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i am a shell

nothing is on my mind

my fingers hit the notes

playing music from the sky

how absurd is life

working like a fiend

for that fix to end all fix's

the grand lotto cheese prize

that we were all taught to chase

singing lullabies in mens restrooms

to soothe the nevers

burnt out from running

the man made maze

i never wanted to be born

blue collar

or even white collar

or no collar for that matter

but here I am

racing with the other rats

trying to get the cheese

that last fix

the one that will set us free

than i can run through meadows

giddy like a little kid

singing lullabies to the stars

with no attempt to soothe

anything

becaue all is peaceful in paradise

and that is why the world is hell

and so are other people

because together they gave birth to

the rat race

the dream killing factory

that turns men into shells

and swine into kings

no justice in this world

so turn off the mind

and let your fingures play notes

to the music from the sky

a soothing lullaby

for when your dreams die

 

Author's Note

a quick little poem while at work.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

yeah, this is the second problem...the first one is there's no real information our there...oh, there's a lot of "truth" for sale, but none of it's very true; now, for two bucks, I got this box of righteous secrets that I'll....

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

What insperation, at work and a poem about lullabies to the stars.

Nice write.

[Lisa Trossarello]

My,
you certainly are a cheery fellow. A member of the Optimist's Club?


Just a few typos,

Line 11, you have "nevers", I think you want "nerves"
Line 28 you have "becaue", I think you want "because"

Peace,
Lisa

[Mysty Rayn]

Wow. Very well done for a quick write. Beautifully written. Enjoyed it.