[I]nsanity & [I]nsomnia

heaping hot shit on us

(metaphysically speaking, of course)

but certainly the environment 

the sickly anesthetized coordinates

that each and everyone 

of us are locked in to 

Days come, and Nights go

and surely the fool with the banjo 

still plays. 

but it feels we are all marching

to someone else's rhythm. 

to where? 

I don't really know

or have any desire to know

the answer 

but one thing is for certain

this boat is drifting 

in a direction i am 

ashamed to call

progress. 

Our search for truth

prompted the sin

to end all sins

surely the universe breathed

a new breath 

as we pointed our missiles

into the air

and shot our old god

the fuck out of that sky 

and danced a joyous dance

in the pool of his blood

brave we were, 

but that was then...

Now, 

we suffer the depths

of nothingness,

and deathly touch

of nihilism

and everybody just

wants to get 

a little

fucked up

So when the world takes a 

shit, a heaping 

steaming shit on us

we arbitrarily search 

for a who?, a why?

begging our savior in the sky

for answers to questions 

who's only true answer

a mirror can reveal

we search for a scapegoat and a sin

more importantly 

a substance: 

white junk, green junk, brown junk or crystal junk

it's all the same

a means of escaping 

a world we're sure 

we despise 

but can we really blame 

ourselves? 

after all

we're only

"human, all too human" 

Humanity needs 

someone to justify 

it's existence. 

a creator of meaning 

and a destroyer of values

with skepticism and brute honesty

to fight the good fight

my thoughts?

who better 

than a

poet!