SUBLIMINALMESSAGING (prev. Phew!...) by Trisha De GraciaCan you hear the sound of constant chattering and nattering ?
it is us
as we run our maze
looking for the cheese that we all need a bigger piece of because some is never enough for us, is it?
Breathe in
breathe out
and you will taste the poison in the air
/ this is our creation/ our baby/ our spawn /
taste it ?
good
you should
you put it there
by means of chemical warefare and plastic in the campfire
.
Can you feel the pride all around you (?)
as we wave our flags high above our heads
(and spear the doves that were passing by)
?
Too much of a good thing makes us sicker than a little of the bad
don't you think ? (((DON'T you think?)))
And soon we'll all be automated
in that we will shut up and do what we are told .
Who needs a mind when you can follow someone elses ?
We are playing follow the leader
/ well, the leader being the person with the most money or the biggest weapons /
because it's so much easier to follow instructions than to
**use your morals .
remember 8th grade social studies when they taught you about those times when
**everyone was ruled
by one or two leaders
and the commoners had barely enough of anything to survive on
and had to pay most of it to the
**people at the top ?
The times where those savage rulers used whatever means they could and
killed whenever necessary just to gain more
FOR THEMSELVES.
Good thing that's all in the past hey ? 03/21/2003 Author's Note: warm fuzzy numbness
Thanks Dave, your suggestion got me going and gave me a new idea.
Posted on 03/21/2003 Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/15/03 at 06:05 PM wow, waving the flags and spearing the doves, that is truly excellent. kind of sums up the whole attitude of the poem, in a way. |
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