Dancing With Disillusion

"Talking to Myself," ... The first poem of the collection
Talking to Myself

• The world seems a hoax
• Reality, a sick nightmare
• Dreams, a delusion
• Huxley had it right
• And Orwell knew something
• Observing the rich eating steaks and poor order- hamburgers
• While the world snorts a crack-like drug called- the law

Democrat, Republican

Two sides of the same coin

They got us

As Uncle Sam smile in his rocking chair

As Uncle Tom happily licks watermelon juices off-of his fingers

I want to shatter their teeth-

And have them choke on the sediments of all of the lives they have devoured over time

As long as our sons and daughters eat ice cream cones and watch television, we don’t fight back

Living in the land of the free-

It´s obvious everything comes at a price

Death comes cheap,

But its living that’s gonna cost ya

And no injuries or conditions, please!

Broken arm, Heart bypass, Lung Cancer

10,000, 20,000, 41,000 dollars when everyone is- one check away from skid row

And STD´s

Just ask your thirteen year old sister or one of-her friends because-

1/4 of the adolescence are carriers

Or go speak to the Black youth, 48% of them have-been infected with something!

But what the hell do I know!

Even after I am done, no one will care!

You´ll all go back to eating, fucking, and shitting

And the cycle will go on!

And soon, the world will be rid of people like me

...Talking to myself...