Tuesday, January 12, 2010

there are dripping lines containing my fear
why must i ryhme ear and tear?
clear and near when shear is rear..it doesn't make sense all this nonsense i hear.
stop.
because there is a system, of numbers and letters
that control me and my style and my voice and my message
so why rhyme? rhyming is for books
or crooks
or slanting looks that coincide to a hook

And these lines, they are distorteted i say, in every which way, from here to bombay
stop.
We have been trained to perform like rabbits on a wheel, made out of steel that in turn want to keel over and feel. pain.
these notations and planes and swerves and shames are just a way to make us burst into rage!
its inane
when people complain about how their life is so plain when conformity is strain and belief is a train rolling away from the sloppy tracks.
but please someone call out to stop. make a difference, paint a picture, write a letter, stamp a note and call a stranger. Live and breath so we can all take ease in the fact that no one will follow the lines anymore.
I refuse.

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