Sink or Swim

Sunken            9/14/2017

It’s not the kind of thing

That you seek

And it’s not the kind of life

You could earn. 

Stuck in a gray maze

In a tall gray building

Sunk in

And sunk down. 

Burdened by the hours

That all add up

To nothing

Pointlessly tracking

Useless procedures.

Decades come

And decades go

Always growing
Layer after layer. 

Alone in a tower

Built upon sand

With nothing

To hold us up

But normalcy

And lethargy.

The center holds

Like it always does

Long ago off course

Carried by the current

Of dissolution

And doom. 

Each and every

Person a cog

Dependent upon a lie

That all men are good

Just as they are. 

Swallowing ever speculation

Offered as a fact

Surrendering all pretense

Of objectivity

And ethics. 

Forming into lines

We file through the doors

Staring at blanks walls

Of willful omission. 

Reduced to nothing

But pigs at the trough

Snout down

Dumb and dead.

Diminished and diluted

The herd is slaughtered

At will

Unknowing and unaware

Foolish, fat, and fair. 

Look up

And look around

Now or never

Head up

Or head down.