the hoax

A Poem by EdFutinski

there are angry bubbles in my head
and I’m eaten
by a decorated monster

socially,we’ll play robots
we’re adults,right?
Running bare foot through algaes of feces
Printed with Franklin’smirk
Glued on my electric hair
Domesticated and exhausted
Is my soul
Push “power”
Let’s pulverize the misery and not pretend
We aren’t,we don’t exist
Embryons of wilderness kept in your phony cages
Run away to another world
Where maybe,just maybe
We’ll paint the caves
Smiles and Sun