Smiley Face

He pushes his shopping cart down the rutted makeshift sidewalk

Half humming a tune no one else would care to hear

Nothing makes sense in this world of his, but then again, what does

And you, in your hybrid self-indulgence feel sorry for his fate as you trudge off to work

In daily dreams of lethargic trance, not realizing you are any richer

Than some bum with flop soled shoes and one sock, encased in matted human waste

The sun beat leather, one could call it a face, is an inkling of our own mirrored image

If we ever looked closer beneath the makeup we call happiness

Oh, I imagine everyone else must feel blessed, if such a word ever made sense,

But your gods never gave a crap about the pittance of crimpled dollars

Which buy the guilt of your own lost life, as you follow like lemmings

To the coffee pots, that churn away, making the miserable mud even more so.

But keep your eyes on the road, and avert yourselves to the things you call horror

Because those are the very things that are humanity and you have created the borders

And you have become judge jury and executioner to the invisible masses

Who could care not one iota of your ‘freedom’…you will never, if you ever gave life a moment,

You will never… be free, caught in the hysteria of every moment that doesn’t matter

Your own genocide will be the history of your emoji filled dereliction.

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