Vacuous

Vacuous  2/5/2014

Leave it out in the rain

And let it age and crack

Because nothing lasts forever

And that is still a good thing

And better than it sounds.

There is a beauty

In the forgotten

And the neglected

But only for those who see

And understand. 

Peeled paint

And muted colors

Chipped, tarnished and dull

Reflect the perfection

Of imperfection

And the handiwork of God.

Random events

And splatters of paint

Only add romance

To the patinas of time.

Let others collect their titles

And cover themselves

With silicone

Smoothing out every dimple

Plastic, empty, and soulless. 

Many are those

Who would cut your throat

Just to get

A few dollars more

Indifferent and cruel.

And many are those

Who would drag around your body

Dancing and laughing with glee

Filming your husk

Naked, pale, and dead.

Mocking all that is good

And trashing all that matters

As they trip over their feet

And fall into a tomb.

The jump through the hoops

And sell out their children

Just to please others

Wasted, worthless, useless.

Evil, corrupt, and decayed.

This is their creation 

And we should let them have it

Riding it all the way up

And all the way down.