Mysterious

Mysterious
Abel Tasman, New Zealand

March 9, 2011

Conditioned


Instructed to do as I'm told
I am merely a machine
Having no real voice or will
and no sense of pride
I amber along in life
as hollow as a log

A slave to their demands
a creature so impoverished
a remnant of industrial refuse
I'm a composite of dismay

Flushed down by a system
run by hypocrites
spent effluent ejected away
I act without thought
respond without reason
and cry to no end

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My freedom is raped!
Filling up with hate
Blood shot eyes penetrate the sadness
leaving me irate

Overflowing with acid tears
puddles forming steam
I am a boiling engine
reaching the pinnacle scream

I gnash my teeth
Pulling at my hair
saliva drips from my mouth
I couldn't give a care

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Sad and angry all at once
I trickle and explode
byproduct of my conditioning
of a system that I loath.