S a dd3er bythe m1nu73

A poem by Douglas Caraballo

Why write at all?

Covered in tangerine lint and lighter fluid.
Why do things?
Why do we breathe?
The rest have given up. Bowed their heads
and clapped for slavery. Begged for it even.
Thats the dark side of human history
Isnt it? — — — — — — — People enjoy certainty
They do not know what to do with unchained souls.
They do not wish to move anywhere
but where they are told to move.

Sad bunch
and getting sadder by the minute.

if i still drank id laugh it out.