Category: /General/I miss the art of intellectual discourse
With those who use their minds
And don’t descend into arguments
With threats of bodily harm
The exasperating displays of primitive overcompensating
To be heroic
Standing your ground irrationality at its finest
Not only turns me off
But pounding another nail into the coffin of morality
Which keeps low life’s visibly employed.
But I could go underground
Cut myself off
Thus become a recluse
Some may trick to get a quick glimpse
Not from compassion
But from sadistic delight to make me
Feel like a fish out of water
Like I said, you never wanted the best for me
Yearn to make me the whipping boy
To satisfy your inferiority complex
Devised by the ones
You can never find the guts
To breathe an unkind word to and about
It’s hard enough being accountable to myself
Let alone your failings.
I could give you a wink and a nod
To peel you off my back
But I remain stubborn
Hopeful for a brand new day
As I get older
Not as easy to find common ground
The world is leaving some of us behind
Either get with the program
Or face extinction
Because If I descend into the all-encompassing narrative
I might as well bow out gracefully.
Favorite Favorite Comment Comment Share Share
Report an item by sharing it with support.
© individual authors and creators. Create, Share and Profit at etastic.com.