Saturday, March 7, 2015

Thorn Among the Roses

Stay inside your government box then

safe upon the island of your couch

tuning yourself in to the televised heartbeat

Exchanging meaningless texts

with someone else in the endless rows of boxes

or perhaps cultivating the next babydaddy

you believe will whisk away all your worries

It's your choice

None of us can save you from the lies you tell yourself

None of us can force you to desire a better tomorrow

No one can save you but yourself

Go ahead

Continue to feed off everyone around you

Keep wondering why you still yearn for more;

Never satisfied and always someone else to blame.

Set yourself no goals of personal betterment

Learn not one jot more than you know now

Unless it's the next must have brandname, of course,

or a new trick to squeezing more out of those that feed you

Don't cook

Don't clean
Don't earn a living
Don't show your children a better way than your parents showed you.

Pick up a habit of drinking or pills,

keep up those family values.

Ignore the gifts you have been given while they behave, yet

Harpy screech with frustration

when they ask for more

than the stubborn blindness and conformity

you teach them every day with your choices

Content to be a dead weight on society

pointing everywhere but inward for blame

Sympathy does you no good 

you only add it to your coward's arsenal 

nestled next to love and guilt trips.

Having never lived in the real World,

we won't miss you

It's fine if you don't want a better life for yourself

It's even ok that you don't want more for your kids

Someday they will be old enough to make their own choices

I won't be surprised when they choose to leave behind

the island of misfit delusions you've created

Should you come to your senses 30 years too late,

don't be surprised when none of us

are right there waiting for you to awaken, princess.

You'll have to find your own way out of that tower you've made

No one waits for the thorn among the roses.

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