Spit It Out Poem by Ishan Chaitanya

Alternate figures squirming down Rejection Alley
Thought I saw me there but I only saw my future
Is this the youth I've been looking for?
Driven mad straight into the hands of vultures,
Monsters in the guise of fat-assed shopkeepers
Of society. Darkness from their pockets
Envelops their minds turning subliminal.
There is no excuse for what you've been doing to me.

Explain away the futile wisdom of our times,
That common street filth which makes you crave for more
Ever and ever. Faces sit and stare
At grey figures in smoke, a disgusting form of art
For crowded pub survivors. The choice?
Come with me and walk sober in the rain,
Soon you'll get your golden chance in the sunshine.

Constantly changing lanes in pointless conversations
Action heroes of a prototype consumer's paradise
Squeeze their little words grinning awkwardly,
Hoping for a prize vacation with their dream love.
Don't you find it just peachy? When romance kicks in
The stuff which we're made of (at least they told us so)
Gives in like jelly under the soft tread of a giant
Elephant. More to come will surely delight you.

I know, I know. Taking it all in
Like a sponge for thousands of lifetimes
That burn out slowly their glory out there
On the billboards all over town and village;
This is not the justice we've been looking for
And surely, surely this is not what we craved for...
Care for a requiem? I'll tell you a secret
If you're in the mood. It's in my blood,
A small but glorious worship ceremony
For this fabulous world, the golden birdcage.

They tried to squeeze your head and heart till they're pulp.
Now open up and say no to their tricks;
Take fresh steps to churn out truth from seminaries
Of life. Death has a file on you in his memory.
Slowly you come to see beyond urban wisdom:
What has no legs runs faster than anyone.
You have no time to freeze in fear.
Your innermost concepts are challenged.

Ending? What ending? There is no ending.
I wanted to live forever and now I do.
We'll meet again in some other context,
Delight or disgust will keep us company as always.
Spin around your axis and give up control,
Other fools will surely come to replace us all.