there is a poem inside all of us
us being the collective human
human identity should never be relegated
relegated to the bottom feeder livelihood of
of closeted existence that is corporatism
corporatism is the bane of freedom
freedom is what creates, incites and excites
excites the most meek and soft-spoken individuals
individuals are the ones that push this world forward
forward is never backwards but sideways and diagonally pushing
pushing for the creative exploits of the mind to be public
public speaking or liberating via bullhorns, canvases
canvases of ink or maybe paint drips or crocheting scarves
scarves aren’t merely for fashion but protection
protection form the governmental groupies the governmental whores
whores who never understand why they’re bottom why they’re distraught
distraught lives are never lived to potential
potential isn’t often more than not squashed because of ignorance
ignorance is a poison drank and coddled more than beer and infants
infants are the elders of a dying race of flesh and books, skin and substance
substance abuse untold, unwritten