Thursday, October 13, 2016

World's a dark dark theme park

World’s a dark dark theme park
and in search of joy
we jump from ride to ride

Some filled with excitement
and some with horror,
different forms of joy
filling the hearts forever

There are the scary clowns
with masks and scars across their faces
selling drugs to the children
and candy to the grown up folks

At the arcade inside the house of horror
people line up and bet their lives
on live mind games telecast wherever,
One person fucking up another
and then him another
and then her another
in circles for forever

Some people pass out
some faint, while some throw up
while on the roller coaster of emotions
where the rest achieves immeasurable pleasure

We go on those splashy boats
on rivers filled with tears;
tears created in masses
burning the cheeks on which they ride down

Fire rings and in a circus;
the weak has to jump through them
while the strong whip the weak
and the rest of us look upon
and laugh and eat buttery popcorn

A stage play where each
of us play a separate part,
another separate part and
another separate part
wearing different and different masks
in front of different and different crowds

Sculptures with red and feary eyes
burning, with smoke coming out of their nostrils
standing over the ashes of all our lungs
and the melting livers of our young

Wasting away precious time
playing ATMs as slot machines
and playing poker with credit cards

Giving roses to one another
but passing them to another behind their backs
only the bloody scratches remain on our hands,
those left from their sharp thorny stems

Dark dark chocolate
imported from foreign lands
fake smiles and handshakes
fake hugs and french kisses
fake orgasms and fake sex and fake love

And the stores selling pornos to kids
cocaine to the pregnant and
cigars to those with TB
making us buy whatever they want
whenever they want
for them to make a profit

But there is no us and them
for both are just the same
killing each other in the playground
playing for the same team
using one another just for personal gain

Feeling pity after killing someone
pity for the dead
and more so for our own murderous self
a pity that justifies the rides we were on;
those we rode on people's’ backs and tears
Fears dawning upon us from within
beers covering insecurities deep inside
cheers as we fall further and further to the ground
and tears when suppressed desires rip open the covers

Everyone stuck in their own little bubbles
trying to find outlets to keep insanity in check
popping pills by the day and by the hour
trying to manufacture happiness as
to feel is far too much to be asked of them

Us being them is the problem and them being us,
We do not care for them and care too much for us

Hot souls in bikinis slut shaming each other;
recycling our dumps and dumping the recycle bins in the sea,
making entertainment toxic and toxicity entertainment,
making hate and fear powerful, achieving power with hate,
climbing over the ladder and throwing it over the ledge,
because we think some are lower than others and aren’t even aware of that

We wait in line to enter the amusement park
but to leave is an entirely different issue
for nobody knows when their ticket expires

So ride and ride and ride to make yourself feel better

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