A Cynic’s Confession

If only
product placement
could buy my heart
content

what would be
the price
of that beat?!

do you feel that heat wave?

it’s called
human compassion
what so many
are lacking

human condition
we are all so
conditioned

to grow inside
a taped up box
scraping soul on staples

there is no room
to really love one

let alone
talk
to
a

stranger version of you
(me, yeah, so are you)
allergic to truth
immersion in youth

the flame flickers
never meeting embers

human compassion
that’s the one
thing they can’t
tax
or ax
from the budget

but we’ve lost touch
with it ourselves
self-inflicted
bleeding stones

without fed’s meddling fingers
we’ve lost touch with ourselves

where is the solution
promised

man is
conditioned
to not solve
problems

(we are a) problematic species

man
is
not
so
great

i’ve lost my faith
in the human race

see you in another life…

one with
com-
passion shows
instead of
flagrant
pageants.

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