Passed Along Past All Wrong

Posted: July 23, 2010 in Poetry

Passed Along Past All Wrong

To take away the pain I’m burning my brain cells

They’re lost forever, thrown out, and discarded.

Retarded thoughts are slowing those battles fought for a better life.

And my strife is now covered in smoke

I choke on happiness and love that bliss

Can you blame the nameless individual for the gradual loss of his or her mind?

They’re blinded by all this corruption and it’s a disruption

Relief from the brooding… losing…wanting… better….…not!

It’s a pot of soup for your ideas and ideals will lose their own flavor

What was once your savior has now been blended into the rest

They say “Burned brain soup tastes the best”

The consistency is of a solid yet gelatinous mass

And vicious fights break out over whose soup is of highest class

Which cook is most crooked?

Who done away with the most individual ingredients

To form the biggest, blandest,

Conformist stew?

They all use different methods

But all agree each brain must be thoroughly washed

To get all that troublesome originality off

The favorite first techniques involve elbow grease

But if that don’t work they become more cunning

They attempt something the brain won’t notice them doing

They exploit your pleasure.

And when your leisure has dropped your guard

They spring in to win the trusts necessary to carry out all their desires

Someday the pain and all this shame will be gone

But until then pass it along

I don’t know how long I can keep holding on.

© 2010 Charles Harmison


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