Why must there always be something
itching at the tip of your tongue?
The pure bullshit-
it taints the breath escaping you,
dispersing into the atmosphere
and further poisoning the blind.
The unadulterated bullshit-
weaving its way through all the rest
managing to influence the powerful
while keeping the enlightened silent.
The pristine bullshit-
lapping up all of the energy you have
that should be focused unto your ears
instead of pushing this bullshit from your lips.
When will you mature?
~~
March, 2015
YOU ARE READING
Assuage the Emotions: A Collection
Poetryassuage (v); to soothe, calm, or relieve. ~~ All of these pieces I've written on a whim, so hopefully you enjoy the little poems that have popped into my head.
