Misty Reflection

 

Misty Relfection

 

The sky is sullied by too much thinking

It spirals to the philosophers below.

But instead batters the poets, lo

Their once free lines are sinking.

 

The blood of youth nourishes the soil

Their manipulated thoughts fashion their pain.

Major capitalism at their toil

And thus is wasted by apathetic disdain.

 

Cigarettes are rarely bought by those of educated state

Instead their eager offspring consume.

Gone is the intellectual above such hate

Who would enjoy his short life until doom.

 

The future is tainted by jaded thought

For if only their teachers would have taught

The capable of singing a happier tune.

Too bad they all drink at noon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Any and all advice or criticism will be received gratefully.