How To Control The Beast Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

How To Control The Beast



I took a pencil from out of the molded pottery casing,
it had no eraser, but I put it on a piece of blank paper anyway.
I then began to write our history, chronologically,
I stopped and read some of the things we did,
I scratched at my facial hair and thought,
it all makes sense now (all the division) .
I wish I could erase it, but the eraser was gone.
Beyond flat, disintegrated, a rubberless top.
I squished the metal that once housed some.
I kept writing until I came to modern times,
the vampires that still live today, passed down
their disease like an heirloom.
This legacy lives on, hundreds of years of slavery served.
Some get paid, some worked for free, but either way
we're all indentured to the same masters.
We're all worshipping the economy like some
kind of evil deity to be feared.
We can control this deity by what we buy, that simple.
The economy will then be at the whim of our needs and desires.

Thursday, December 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sociology
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