Today

You’re the heretic, and I’m oh so synthetic.

Covered up by all the cosmetics.

Injecting myself with the sedative so that they can benefit.

I’m diabetic and apathetic, been taking hits of generic.

Made of plastic, I’m so posable, so disposable.

I’m sociable yet unemotional.

I’m beautiful yet mutable.

Standing in line for my funeral.

Forever waiting for their approval.

This world of charming chaos. Full of blurred faces.

Lacing the air with mace.

Blinding the lonesome, burying the homeless.

I died the moment I was born.

Brainwashed by the porn they display.

The ballet is now risque.

Everything so cliche.

Run away, only made it halfway.

Say goodbye to yesterday, make way for today.  

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Your hard-hitting writes speak to many truths about our world today... we have become synthetic, facsimiles of what the world pushes us to be, made-up and brainwashed into thinking that this is life, this is how we are supposed to be... while the realities of life continue to die on lonely crowded streets and are buried in shallow graves, forgotten the moment they are born... love the use of charming with chaos... and, for the first time, I sense hope in your last line... i always enjoy reading your work...