That's what you get
Life has never been meant for enslavement.
It has been meant for adventure and conjecture.
For influence of intellect and care.
But you can't go where I go.
So alone in my own shelter.
Within shadows of temperate madness.
This definition elucidates my mind.
Your carelessness absconds my senses.
Society's apathy recurs in my nightmares.
So pompous you are of hate.
So sure you are of loathing.
So pure you are of abhorrence.
You cannot see the bind which ties us.
You cannot see the commonality.
You cannot know the sameness.
That's what you get.
… we're all so proud.
… just like Hitler…
© 2002 by Joel Mathew Hegberg