poem

Morning Poetry “Lemmings”

Sometimes I feel

Like we are all being

Laughed at

By billionaires in business suites

Look at these little lemmings

Lapping up our lies

All fighting and scurrying about

All afraid to die

Aren’t we lucky the masses are so dumb

If they turn on each other

They won’t turn on us

How easily they succumb.

The things I say

Oh, the things I say

when I am drunk

My honesty is 

Self-degrading 

Give me what I want, boy

The whiskey says

You don’t have to read my mind

anymore

For some reason I’m still supposed to read yours?

No, I will never be ready

for the real world

I can’t take the pain

But if you let me escape

you

I hope you regret it

for a very long time.