Posted:Tue Jan 6, 2009 7:30 AM CST
Zombie Insomniacs
You let them tell you what to do
from the cradle to the grave
your mind is molded, too-
bet my kitty is more brave.
like puppets on a string,
you dance while Master sings.
your ego's not your soul,
but you know nothing of these things.
your mind is flat, cold and plastic
like a debit credit card
your personality's elastic
like rubber glass in jelly jars
brainwash your mind with golden showers,
you're nothing but a blank slate.
I watch the minutes turn to hours
before you step up to the plate.
Your heart is made of cardboard
and your tongue is formed of steel
you're dreaming while you sleepwalk,
thinking your life is really real.
copyright by sanfranchicky 2009