Deceived...by his generous paycheck,
Diseased...by his cultural amnesia,
Perceived...by his family, as "the" intellect,
He proudly states
"Nothing I believe...anymore."
He proudly wears upon his sleeve,
a generous kind nature,
and yet....his words ring out to me,
how nice it must be ...to live... inbetween...
forgetting our history, the not so long ago wars,
the overdose heroes of Elvis, Hendrix, and Cobain.
He stops believing, not really standing for anything?
Where is his substance, where is his memories?
Will anyone truly shed tears n' grieve
when He leaves this world?
Are enemies just as important as friends?
Shouldn't he give a damn about something?
He writes out his check, giving to charity,
smiles with relief,
a beautiful tax deduction I see!
What a smart man I must be,
I'll call my CPA first thing in morning.
So I asked, aren't you fearful of anything?
"Fate" he replies...listing statistics and endless facts,
It's simply a matter of fate."
Now, that's the damndest excuse I have ever heard!
It finally occurs to me...
In his mind he hears, cultural amnesia whisper in his ear,
"HE is All he'll ever need" emotionally alienated, spiritually
isolated, perhaps that is why he cleverly hides behind words.
Peeking from just below his hair, unaware, we see,
his Barcode of emotional leprosy.
Bronze trophy winner
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