It's Good To Sleep Till 10am Poem by Nat Z. Punx

so is it wrong
to be content
just to be awake
fresh from a dream
of another time
no other can experience
im tired of being the voice
tired of pointing out what's wrong
or right
in my eyes only
my eyes
my 'i's
i hate that
i think this could be better
i think you need to change
and the feels
i feel that isn't moral
i feel you aren't serious
too much time spent
being the visual sponge
too much time playing by rules
that are nothing but a farce and facade
to most anyone else
you don't matter
any more than me
but what is the equality
of uselessness
this is just some collide-o-scope
chips of experience
filter through the lens
of your well learned predudices
a short time ago
or now
you could do damage to your standing
by mumbling a slur such as slope
nigger wetback
which truely only describes decent
it's up to the listener to discern
what is meant
through his lens of predudice
but truely only denotes
physical descent
today
you can be a hero
by pointing at the stinking robe
screaming terrorist
which denotes much more
than physical descent
it describes ideas and ideals
the last thing to be chained
in any group of people
is the mind
the idea
they are knocking at the door
they don't sound too patient
or friendly
to protect and serve
spy, break laws of morality
ruin our sense of autonomy
that was preached so vehemently
for twelve years or more
at taxpayers expense
change it all with the statement
that's pre 9-11 thinking
is it wrong to be happy
it isn't falling apart
as fast as it could
try to remember all the freedom
you had as a child
a young adult
before the beginning of the end
it's taken over two damned decades
to get this bad
we've chased the carrot of plenty
now it's time for the whip
it will be bitter entertainment
to see the shallows
screaming
the humour will not last long
i will take what i can get
squirrel it away
for quiet stories
around the campfire
seeing the sparks fly
into the apocolyptic sky