God Is A Pink Memo Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Freedom speaks in you head!
You are the free and proud!
God is a pink memo
reminding you to conform.
Computer people next door
whose goal in life
are to make themselves
replaceable.

I am scared not to conform,
yet scared that if I do,
I cannot claim to be free.
How do we know God is sane
and not a madman on the loose?
I am only doing what is
necessary.
No more, No less.

Test patterns on the T.V.
speak of more than
the programmes.
I believe in total free speech
in a totally free world.
But it's all a myth.
The world is not real.

The Leader comes to town!
The man of the freedom bunch.
Surrounded by his clones,
he is afraid to communicate
his heart with is people.
He is free. He lies.
And lonely,
he shoots us all.
God is a pink memo.