You can see em every day rushin darkly all about: skinny faces all
like troubled up and ashened out
Running
scared and breathin heavy, not looking back, all tensed up, tryin
hard justa remain uninvolved
Every
single one filled up with so much anger - they just got no time for
whatever fool compassion
Yup,
facefulls of worry, pass by in their thousands wearing dingy clothes,
under ever-dirtier skies
Holding
back their panic, thanks to them angry pop voices with their martial
advertising music
Fists
clenched tightly inside their pockets, but still praying hard that
there might yet be some way out
All
their mumbled monotone voices echo with that same
stressed-out-until-bored uncertainty
Dragged
and pushed, kicked and driven thru this too short time – oh, look,
they’re blindfolded as well
Pausing
for a moment, not knowing where they are, but wait, that burned,
melted smell is still there
Facefulls
of worry, running on stress hormones that are eating them up alive
from their inside out
Pushing
through their decaying messes as a leaden sky presses their own
poisons back down upon them
Awakening
from confusing dreams with so much to do yet still afraid to realize
it’s all just so pointless
They’re
always looking away just in time, feigning some passing interest - to
avoid exchanging glances
The
frenzied beat pulses into their unborn infant’s stomachs,
imprinting them just like tiny cygnets
Shoveling
in gutfulls of fastfood, they try to mask that false hunger created
by tension and insecurity
They
grow crosseyed chasing after the hollow plastic HappyEverAfter that
is taped to their noses
Seen
em gasping, haggard, eyes darting, pumped too full of a powerful and
unavoidable uncertainty
They
erupt spontaneously into a savage aggression, like hungry stray dogs
forced too closely together
Find
it difficult to think straight with health issues, uncertain jobs and
an oppressive load of debt
Always
tensed up against that knife in the back that must certainly be
coming down hard, out the dark
Mistaking
franchised-financed-faith pitchmen of some frilly eternal salvation
for true apostolic
couriers
Inescapably
conditioned to covet the New and Improved, sentenced to remain
endlessly dissatisfied
Resolved
but unrequited after accepting so much they cannot understand, much
less ever control
Leaders
reduced into a myopic micromanagement to just try and force things to
make a little sense
Ignoring
each new unforeseen problem by saying it’s too damn hard, expensive
and way too late to fix
Loudly
chanting those clever talking head catchphrases to drown out the
other conflicting factoids
Trying
mightily to remain focused only upon the lilting message of canned,
lighthearted consumerism
But
twisting up way too tightly on the inside due to unwelcome upwelling
of subconscious perceptions
Swaggering
about with an ignorant pride, but, dammit, still shadowed by
seemingly senseless doubts
Waking
up in the night at the sound of intruders - or was it just another
irrelevant nightmare
Catching
something out of the corner of their eye they know they should really
consider… later on
Ulcers,
rashes, migraines, obesity, botox, faith and addictions all betray
their cosmetic bravado
Facefulls
of worry in an artificial hurry, saving so much time that they’ll
never ever get to spend
Heartbeats
too rapid, wickedly hypertensive, sky-high cholesterol, yet they
think they move smoothly
Burying
memories for later like so many frightened squirrels, only to end up
in a blurred confusion
Rabidly
scarfing up false fulfillment from that vast smorgasbord of
nutrient-free but high-fat rewards
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