Oct 132014

by Addison


And you should know us,

shhh, when we talk to ourselves

in our mind’s eye thus,

hand held heads on elbowed shelves,

so fewer might peer

yet still will listen aloud

as ‘tis I that cheer,

speaking to me whom I crowd

by these sidelines squeezed,

divergent of yielding paths

to wonder why pleased,

angry bearers stripped of wraths.

Survival’s instead

under a cushy rat’s nest,

staffed where stuck none tread.

Such ideas manifest

fostered from common’s

usefulness to desecrate,

if consent us cons

throughout come-ons infiltrate,

a more and more lesser good

for greater better –

whatever the livelihood

we’ve pawned the fetter.