A Poem by Yours Truly
No 1-up Mushroom in Life
Hidden away in your dark hobbit holes,
Basking in the Google glow of the screen,
You miss the lede, the thesis, the main point.
The whole of life’s prose lies dusty-unread.
Our lives are not some side-scrolling adventure.
No one is scripting our discourse and scenes.
We’re a mess, dysentery at its worse.
The end is no literal victory.
The end is shmuckbait for the conflicted.
The false drivel that cannot save our souls
And “love” is Prozac to calm the masses,
The coitus between salvation and sin.
But listen, real love is in the adverbs,
The pedagogy of really living.
Hidden away in your dark hobbit holes,
Basking in the Google glow of the screen,
You miss the lede, the thesis, the main point.
The whole of life’s prose lies dusty-unread.
Our lives are not some side-scrolling adventure.
No one is scripting our discourse and scenes.
We’re a mess, dysentery at its worse.
The end is no literal victory.
The end is shmuckbait for the conflicted.
The false drivel that cannot save our souls
And “love” is Prozac to calm the masses,
The coitus between salvation and sin.
But listen, real love is in the adverbs,
The pedagogy of really living.