More Ramblings Of A Mad Man Poem by Sam Preve

Christianity,
compensation
lacking
imagination.
Misdirection,
Infecting the
American Nation.

Going, spreading
the Word:
Sewage-waste sludge
Corrupting our
mind, heart, and soul.

All that’s necessary:
things contrary,
that which is not apart,
but
one appreciation
for
energy’s revolution

No room,
for that favorite
artist’s work:
painting,
song, and sculpt.

Too worried about
the End
to justify the means.

Just blah, blah, blah,
bland nightmares
of the mundane,

No creativity,
nativity,
nothing but,
divisional
insanity!

No orgasm,
Just dull [f! ck]
of the day
prancing around as the
Fancy suits and khakis
pull the strings.

Stealing the lives,
dreams, colors,
lights of night,
individuality
of originality

Where are you?

In the liferaft?

-watching the ship
go down?

On the ship?

(Better jump,
swim,
If you can!)