Pull the Lever

Pull the Lever

A Poem by Jay Bailey
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the end of western civilization and a bag of popcorn

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Conscience full of numb at the end of the world
Watching the fires that are burning everything to cinder
I'm starting to realize that the fire is invisible to most people
I wonder why I can see it
I don't feel scared
I don't feel panicked
I kinda welcome it
Let's get this bullshit over with
Level the playing field
This has been a joke of a life for some time now
You see morons put in positions of power
And hear the media falling over themselves for the story
Asking why everything went wrong
Why it all blew up in their faces

I'm sitting back and watching it happen
Like the best ending to a movie that I have ever seen
This was always meant to fall apart anyway
You can only patch holes in something for so long
Before the entire structure just gives out

The frayed nerves of beaten down humans
Are the glue that holds this all together
Heat the glue
And watch it all fall down
There is very simple patterns that you can see in this
If you just get enough distance from it
But most are too close
And they can't see what's under their nose

The end will not be sudden
It will be slow and quiet
And before you know it
Your bank account will no longer let you in
Your money will no longer have any value
And when you turn around to run away
That is when you'll see the nets and the bars of the cage
They were there the whole time
You just didn't ever take the time to look up and see it
These walls may be invisible
But make no mistake
They are miles thick
And they've had years to build them
There's no getting out
It's over
They won
And slavery is back in style
Kiss the ring
Salute the flag
And fall in line like the good little patriot that you are
No one can open your eyes for you
It's always been a choice

© 2016 Jay Bailey


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Added on August 20, 2016
Last Updated on August 20, 2016
Tags: dark, life, sad, depression, love, pain, poetry, romance, mystery, adventure

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Jay Bailey
Jay Bailey

Syracuse, NY



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i tend to be a loner, distracted in crowds. cursed with being tall while feeling small in my head and wanting to be able to hide but i stand out too much. active musician, horrible misanthrope, quiet .. more..

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