Since my way of communication is streaming conscious based I dun get it, even if I write in flowery words and contexts.
I do like it it can be potent stuff but......I dun get it.... LOL bbwwaaiinnsssss.... *nomnomnomnomn*
I am bit by bit doing free form poems.
I know its too long and it sucks but there is something there, just need to keep at it and understand the flow of more proper poems.
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Union drone, slave of society, binding ring, foolish tool, king of nothing.
By:ZippyDSMlee/Lee Jarvis
Drones, cube dwellers rise up rise up. Then sit back down.
Get on the phone and say I want less pay. Then turn around.
Try as you might to fight for more hours for less pay and get on the ground.
Then rise up, yes....yes...rise up and beg for less health coverage. Then sit down.
Place your witless head upon the table of paper pushing torture yes, yes lay it down.
Rise up once more lift up your head once more and then smash it though the desk of oppression.
And tell your boss you are not going to take this penny pinching obsession.
Then turn around?.and around then lay down? upon the cold hard ground.
Then sleep, sleep in dream and endless days of work and toil day in and out.
A sleeping dreamy bout of lost time. Out out you must find a way out.
Awaken to a different time where things have changed but everything is the same.
Tame as it may be you see them for what they are. As you rub your scar.
Fight, yes fight rise up, rise up I say and , and; go back to work you stupid dirty peasant.
Dance, dance I say, frolic and piss on yourselves like a headless pheasant.
Bow and beg, grovel and stutter the masters are near for I fear things won?t be so pleasant.
Even if you lemming off the nearest sudden drop off you are a still faceless peasant.
Peasant, drone clone a tool a fool a thing a binding ring to rule all.
Fall, fall to your knees enslaved the ring that binds blinds.
Married you are to repetition in a surreal wonderland of greed.
The seed do you not see the sea of endless rule for rule.
You must be a fool because you act like a tool for change.
Then when change appears vague and despondent you abandonment is your only solution.
As delusion is the solution for choosing to become a salve a drone a popper king.
King of nothing but a life abused and misused by a society that cares not.
Hot for truth and caring should be a society and be very cold to subterfuge society ignores for gold.
Cold ever lost in the cold as humans are a slave to their own delusions so bold.
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