Bad Seed

Bad Seed  5/21/2014

When the body dies

The parasite leaves

Coming out whatever opening

That it crawled in.  

Slithering on the ground

Or riding on the wind

To go where ever it will

And eat something else. 

The mind controls the body

And the body moves

Where its told

Salivating at food

And chewing its tongue. 

The world teeters on madness

As cruel and desperate men

Stunted, and twisted

Posture and pretend. 

They all want something

And no tactic is too low

As they tear at each other

For a few dollars more. 

I have made myself

Humble and low

But still they have beset me

And hungered for my life. 

Erasing my name

They never let me forget

That they have won

And I have lost. 

Reminding me

At every turn

How they are higher

And I am lower. 

We have become numbers

Less than human

With our very livelihood

A matter of measurement

And graph. 

I remain silent,

Emotionless, and wordless

Because what can a man say

When the truth is forbidden. 

 

They prance and they slither

Nodding their heads

At salutations and lies

Thinking that they are immune

To God and man.  

But everything that is fake

Is doomed to fail

Collapsing of its own weight

Rotten and dead. 

Let them eat it all

And become bloated and full

Gorging themselves

With rancid evil. 

For this also, shall die

And cook in its fat

Simmering forever

Not quite alive

And not quite dead.