![]() Reality BitesA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
back in the closet off the main hall,
the almost adults b***h and complain about how the path to adulthood is spent in a building where conformity is demanded over actual learning but add two decades worth of time to all the players involved and you realize the old saw plays on from the speakers life is politics life is personalities life is love, loss and laughter life is death and depression dank, dark and dour time stretches on attitudes remain stagnant people never file taxes and overdose on opioids and the impression remains, the theme stays firmly in place Western Civilization is sick and on a logarithmic slide into oblivion and needless complication is born from naturalistic complexity from one state to another, the same cash is paid for services but the formulas used to make zero balances make even the most numerically astute cower in fear because taxation is theft and a compelling force must be used to ensure balance reconciliation and the population accepts the tradition that taxation is the price the population pays for living in a civilized, centralized, collectivized society openly, willingly, basically the water of life in a way dark water dank water sewer water we pump it away because the compelling force demands to be so yet it demands payment and a paperwork filing on our part to ensure payment was complete a joke no comedian could write but that's how it all falls we complain and do nothing because it all matters not anyway we are called human beings after all because we are just being, not doing human doings is a moot point, an oxymoronic musing since we are humans doing nothing reality bites and so on so it goes
© 2017 Kenneth The PoetAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 16, 2017 Last Updated on March 16, 2017 Author![]() Kenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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