The Passerby - Poem by Shawn Lyons
I pass by invalids wishing I had a wheel to give but I'm just a spoke they speak in tongues not understood by normalcy, its me, I'm hearing but not listening whistling and walking with blinders oblivious to the obvious. can you see thier need? feel thier dreams bleed? through the cracks in this sidewalk we so callously walk on, spit on, shit on.thier dreams.
I pass by addicts the dynamics of thier lives governed by chemicals criminal because of thier need to escape reality when actually reality is relative. thier sustanence lies in the lies whispered in thier ears by the snake they ride. to forget the pain. to forget is sublime, divine, the euphoric metamorphisis of memories into nothingness.
I pass by propaganda givers, politicians, the friction from the gears in thier brains barely audible over the feces flung from thier mouths. I'm contemplating my own Jihad against this fraud of a government. Mothers and children standing in lines at welfare banks while we send tanks to countries that will never see the soles of American feet.
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