Upside down, flipped
around, scrambled,
Old ties broken, battered,
bruised,
In places so violent; chained
and abused,
Mind molded, but unknown,
ignorance is the
muse,
Whichever, whatever; illegible,
intelligable misuse,
Digging deeper, but without
a choice,
No thought original, owned,
branded, molding the
voice,
At odds within, struggle
without,
Induced happiness to
hide the drought,
On and on in doublespeak,
Triple think, and quadruple
peak,
Morals, shoes unworn, but
often spoken,
Saying one thing, doing another,
until the soul is
broken...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/2/2013
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