Post by Aaron Graf on Nov 8, 2004 6:47:04 GMT -5
Clones
Drugged with belief in a hallucination, they are taught not to think.
Complete replicas in their homes, clothes, and minds.
A reminder of blades of grass,
Growing, breeding, and being cut down to size when they grow too high.
And always looking the same.
Pressing their beliefs on you like bumper stickers…<br>With a funny slogan solving nothing at all.
Enough to fill their bulimic minds, only to watch them hurl it out like moldy bread.
Desperately needing rehab for the drugs of religion and superficial possessions,
Suffocating with the mask of conformity draining their lives away with isolation.
Their conscience in the deep sleep of patriotism,
Suffocating and cold under their flag that covers and hides what they really are.
Celebrate your awakening, whether you are a flower or a weed in their field.
Be swollen with pride that you see through their slogans.
Feel sober that you took the twelve steps to put down the bottle of religion
Burn the flag that once covered you and take a look outside.
Liberated at last to no longer possess their covers because you know they’re still cold.
~Aaron Graf
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Drugged with belief in a hallucination, they are taught not to think.
Complete replicas in their homes, clothes, and minds.
A reminder of blades of grass,
Growing, breeding, and being cut down to size when they grow too high.
And always looking the same.
Pressing their beliefs on you like bumper stickers…<br>With a funny slogan solving nothing at all.
Enough to fill their bulimic minds, only to watch them hurl it out like moldy bread.
Desperately needing rehab for the drugs of religion and superficial possessions,
Suffocating with the mask of conformity draining their lives away with isolation.
Their conscience in the deep sleep of patriotism,
Suffocating and cold under their flag that covers and hides what they really are.
Celebrate your awakening, whether you are a flower or a weed in their field.
Be swollen with pride that you see through their slogans.
Feel sober that you took the twelve steps to put down the bottle of religion
Burn the flag that once covered you and take a look outside.
Liberated at last to no longer possess their covers because you know they’re still cold.
~Aaron Graf
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=saywhatyouwant&action=display&thread=1099914260