They were all, flat roofs.
Corn fields.
Winding labyrinths of mouse traps,
breeding off copies of government certified fulfillment,
like fax machines spit out wasted trees.
Dead end businesses with little names;
stuck in the back of warehouses, with offices too small to afford real secretaries.
They were feeding off of skyscrapers,
who had a monopoly on the idealistic, reformed, definition of “prosperity.”
And “wealth.”
And “happiness.”
And “purpose.”
And those skyscrapers plastered their processed philosophy on billboards,
littering the highways across country.
Propaganda? Advertisement that turned into invisible, stage four cancer for mankind.
Dominating, with dead, industrial steel, and the luring false motive of unity.
I live there.
When I was an adolescent, in a four by four cabinet,
Tucked away from the capitalist’s eye by my mother,
Who nursed me with at the breast of promise.
Promise, which died at the old age of childhood.
Smothered.
By air too thick with copy and pasted opinions, viewed on billboards around country.
Now, having been freed from the creative intuitiveness of childhood,
and branded by the money man, I make my way to a skyscraper.
To submit to the sadism of a the bleach white four by four cubical,
And refine my memory of the world’s labyrinth;
while trying to deal with my generation’s anxiety.
They filled out a plastic slate with my thumbprint
and signed me up for the backwards circuses, made for submissive, desperate men.
Beautiful thought provoking. You got a flair when it comes to words. I don’t know what cities are coming to- the higher the buildings, the lower the morals.
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Thank you Neal, I agree. There seems to be some mesmerizing aspect to business capitals that make us loose sight of our true pursuit: happiness.
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Couldn’t agree more. Working in finance I see the depressed rich everyday. I hope to be different!
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Hello Sophia. Great and deep content there. Really loved it
If you don’t mind kindly read a poem of mine here. I would appreciate your insight. Thank you
https://spokenwordpoetry427.wordpress.com/2017/06/10/an-ode-to-the-green-color-of-life/
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I’d love to, thank you for sharing. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Site Title.
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Not gonna lie I didn’t expect a freshman to be this perspicacious or a mature insight of things.
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I mean; we’re all just kids.
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But truly, thank you. I work hard on my writing because I know making it as a creative writer is near imposible in the time period I was born into. It means a lot to be assured that what I give is being received.
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There’s so much to ponder over in your words.
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Thank you.
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