Posted: Oct 4, 2007, 7:32 PM CST
Caffeine, Nicotine, Pride, or Cyanide
Slow or quick, the carrot or the stick.
The pain of living unremembered,
When our recall is dismembered
By thirty-second sound-bites
And multi-tasking, accelerated living
Leaves me no time for forgiving
Those who trespass on my soul.
A poison is a poison, more or less,
And addiction is rationalization
Of the completely irrational, confess.
On this topic, or that perhaps, we rant
But thirty-seconds later,
They let us out of the theatre
At our own fleeting lives
We've been spectator.
Until the movies over
And we realize a bull-dozer
Has been at work on our soul.
The pride we feel, but try to conceal
Is what keeps us alone and in pain.
When the poison is cured,
All that we have feared
Is like a dream, we've awakened,
A vast giant forsaken,
On the plains of comprimised truth.
Honesty for sale at a hawker's booth.