The Human Condition Poem by James McLain

The human condition is at it's peak
Sad affair.
Bound up in sadness this mirror that
Won't go away.

Wearing a green tennis shoe the other
Is red,
Surviving on meat a carcass that's dead.

Overwhelmed by mental illness a voice in
One's head,
Medication shock treatment a living that's
Hell.

Plotting and screaming being overwhelmed
Life that is meaningless it has all been said.
Religion that is different loosing one's
Head.
The human condition being different afraid.