If you
were to
give us
feedback on
our cultivated
and sincere
ideas we
would sooner
starve to
death rather
than swallow
one bite
of your
outside and
unwanted mediocrity
that you
always attempt
to poison
us with.
So ordinary.
All of them the same.
Living in lifeless boxes,
Doing the same things
In unison, laughing at
The same awful things,
Talking about nothing,
Hating the same people,
Afraid of everything,
Driving the same loud
Metal machines,
Not an original thought
In the bunch, a terrible
Gathering of mediocrity
Fancying itself great.
I’ve been daunted by an evil muse
sending me ideas indiscriminately
mesmerizing me to write it all down
like i’m some indentured slave
but when the fog has finally lifted
all the failures come into clear view
the my interjects:
“too bad that you’re so gullible
I have no real contract with you”
then I pathetically reply:
“I never signed up for muse service
now I’m stuck with all these duds
obscuring my perfect points of view”