The Second Pandemic
I find myself aflame with stupidity, entranced in pig shit and devilish divinity.
My mind like a torn sponge, collecting no water, or spit on my tongue.
I float in a haze of dull noise, echoing within mine ears,
It’s patterns repeated with never a choice, Of what one wanted or wants for himself to quietly hear.
I softly lit my nights last cigarette, and dragged on it till done.
I flicked the rot, the but of stained fingers in a puddle in a parking lot.
And drove to the next noise dull like the one just sought and found in some lull.
A song to entrance the wisdom of souls, who mockingly joke at the wisdom of fools,
Who eat the dead, memories and all and would never go to the fairy princesses ball.
Rather stay in the house, with brandy and beer. And whiskey to trick the mind to hide and to disgracefully disappear.
Into the dark, where no one is blamed and no one is judged and all are the same.
Diversity, uncertainties, the individual is hung. By the noose on the neck and then stoned by the same who all sing them to death.
The song of the one, the song of the every, the song of the same, singing exactly like the others. Without difference in name. No loss and no shame. Only order and lack of diversity in this wicked end game. We all wear a mask. We all seek the cure. A pandemic of vice will only but lure. Our hearts and our minds or what’s left from last time. Hence another one comes. And blights out the sun to commit its cruel crime. We are the ones who all wear the masks. Only the eyes shows what is in task. Pandemic please come and please go just as quick. As ugly men hide behind masks of the sick. And women hide also in masks of their soul. For when it stands upon man and the earth where we dwell,
The masks will be worn on this earth made of hell.