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10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
#1029617 added April 3, 2022 at 1:53pm
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Hostages of Conformity #breathless #poetry #adhd
I'm reposting this here, even though posted in another blog, to add a more appropriate title (not wanting to alter the original "Why The Bother? (Less Than 200 Words of Your Time)

They always say, 'if you bother to read'
indignantly to which I equally respond
(mind my language)
who's got fucking time for that?
If you read every over-worded warranty
to indemnify as they deify themselves,
I'm over in the corner sorting stacks
of papers they know I don't have time to read.
They suggest ignorance is your own
if you buy into that truckload of shit
they shovel onto your doorstep and lawn,
and you'll be reading well past dawn.
Hopefully, there is comprehension well before
completing some contractual obligatory agreement,
but the old expression of over a barrel
could easily be depicted as naked, 'tooned
wearing a wooden one, and just how does
any of this matter, as these words scatter
down the screen, a lighted word wall that
no one will likely read and concur to agree
that we are all just hostages of conformity?



Like an open editor to the boss, any overlord, to the espousers of this logic who can't read between the lines, get beneath the surface, triggered by the mind talk conformists ideals of a systematic society steeped in dystopian traits to cultivate mediocrity among under 25 minds still growing, uploading new versions of thinking about life and themselves while feeding the words streams of memes and selfies with inane, isolated feelings that don't connect, plug into the greater good.

Hmm, before a second cup of coffee? Think what another will do. Linear, time is not my friend right now, as I'm gaining speed toward an experience that with supernova me into purgatory oblivity. And now, I've made up a new word. *Rolleyes*

Brian Stop!
Brian Stop!
Brian Stop!

break time, I guess. Refill the boosters.

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