A little bit of poetry...

We recycle.
The same old platitudes; audible
Comfort food.
Those ain't roses baby!
It's coffee.
Wake your ass up and smell it.
You're trapped.
Sleeping on a bed of disinterest.
WAKE. UP.
Caught like flies in the web of lies
Apathy-spun.
They say what you want to hear, use
Your eyes!
Smell the coffee of reality. The truth
Is reviled.
Feared like a thief in the night,
Stealing comfort.
So because I speak it now I'm a
Social pariah?
"Quick! Kill it with fire! Don't make me think!"
So you sink
Deeper into a mire of deceit. There is
No Justice
When you won't stand up. There can be
No Justice
Where apathy rules. We recycle alright, because it's
The same
Old
Shit.