Genius - Poem by Venus Lanaux
I should keep my ideas in my head-
At least, that what they've said.
Don't tell them how life is really a series of tasks;
Still, I do repeat it to all that will ask.
My logic eludes the ignorant.
It confuses the common.
They are so afraid of what's goin on in my noggin.
To them, my thoughts do demonstrate
Yet another condition they feel a need to medicate...
Sometimes it perplexes me as to why I even bother-
And then I remember that I am a product of my Father.
Technology teaches us to distance,
And the television shouldn't raise our kids.
We live residual consequence for whatever it is that we didn't did.
Greed consumes you, and it feeds on your flesh,
Still, you press on, seeking more material to add to your mess.
The clutter will attempt to excuse your mistaking stuff for substance.
Go ahead, dance that corporate dance...
Put on your show little monkeys: This is your chance.
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