The End Result Poem by David Lem

Who's to blame?
it's all just more of the same
my feet are sinking in
i've gotta get up and move around
taught from the beginning
call it mindless or brainwashed
but it's just more of the same

What fact is left?
it gets twisted and molded
bended and folded
all to avoid an untimely slap in the face
but its just more of hte same

And just where did all the seperation begin?
Why do i find myself panicing?
over the thought of losing the fight
to the careless i'd thought id never face
these kinds of things aren't meant to be,
what goes through a head in it's spare time
and these kind of things aren't meant to be
... the end result