They Oughta Wanna Be Conscious Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Some folks want to live,
And not contribute.
Consume and complain.
Talk about others,
Who share in likeminded cliques.
Avoiding situations,
To leave what they should solve...
For someone else to handle it.

They oughta wanna be...
Conscious.

They came upon this life to play,
A game
That didn't go their way.

They wanna be up,
Don't wanna be down.
They wanna be so high...
So they can float around.
They wanna feel real good,
Don't wanna feel bad.
They wanna have all of their friends believing...
They've got more than they actually have.

They wanna lay in bed all damn day.
Don't wanna work to earn their pay.
They wanna be rich,
Don't wanna be poor.
They want a big fat check,
Laying at the front door.
And hoping that a breeze...
Will blow it across the floor!

They wanna have sex.
Don't wanna be without.
They wanna be in love...
Don't wanna be in doubt.
They oughta wanna be...
Conscious!
Yeah that's it!
They oughta wanna wake up,
From their own stupid...
Ssshhhhh
Obviousness!

And if that should happen,
While there's still time.
Maybe they will find peace of mind!
And remove self destruction...
As a means to find time to whine.

They oughta wanna be conscious...
Yeah.
That's it!