sometimes the birds sing
sometimes the birds singand i can't hear them,
and sometimes rain drops
fall gently onto a tin roof
and i can't hear it
the world is shut out from my view,
our identity is kept captive
by corporate branding:
corporation
is the religion of the new world
sometimes i stare blankly
at a screen for hours on end
until my brain is fried
in the oil of some other man's ideas,
molded into the perfect consumer
from the same mold that bore
the cornucopia of western society
i step outside
and i can't feel the gentle caress
of the sun's rays on my skin
sometimes the birds sing
and i can't hear them,
not really
6/14/15
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2015-06-16 at 03:56
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