Public Service Announcement(recycled)

by Prometheus

Posted to Poetry on 2003-03-19 16:23:00

diversion, reversion, perversion,
death, (bug splattering on a windshield)
everyone is enlightened before they hit the ground,
everyone with the balls to jump that is…
sweat and tears are all the same,
salt water from a salt lick of a soul,
confines and concubines, this small boxy room,
my abyss reaching deep into the cold, lightless water of my being,
seeing eye dogs refuse to work for me,
am I not needy? fuck being blind, everyone needs a friend…
what do we do withourselves when we even forget to eat,
until we become so weak and shaky we’re left with no choice?
I could always just take a couple of painkillers, lay in bed and let my muscles atrophy, – a trophy for 1st place in the game of life,
because everyone else left the starting line, but I knew better,
a game you’re not supposed to play, how hard would that be, without changing the classification of the activity?
shoot the eagle out of the sky, it’s for his own good,
besides he might eat my pet mouse…
the skies always the limit until you hit the ground.
Man, like beast, must accept his limitations…

Disclaimer:
(above is purely sarcasm, the words and broken, sub-profound statements above are purely the opinion of my fingers at the moment of writing and do not directly represent the opinions of the writer, Thank You,
-Management)