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

Falling in Love

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.