You’re born
you’re raised
and you begin to fry
the layers of innocence
and freedom
singed straight through
a city of skeletons
driving kids to soccer practice
in the safest Volvo money can buy
but their skin begins to blister
then blacken then break away
and soon they’ll be just like you
***
The liars become leaders
Bond villains in control
as skeletons sit in traffic
hearing news that heaven wants us
to do as we’re told
and fall into line and earn
move along
move away
you’re the wrong demographic
across the sea to an island
where you sit and watch
the world catch fire and burn
***
This is the tenth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim
