The Interview

When does it all become clear?
When does it all end?
Who has to break
before you can bend?
Who has to die
before you can live?
Who has to suffer
before you secede?
Why does it all doom to ignorance?
Where is the education?
The widespread arrogant stupidity
throughout the nation.
To count your chickens
before they hatch.
To leave tthe door open
forget a latch.
Who could succumb to
everlasting animostiy?
Who would smoke the screen
so you never would see?
When do they go up and out?
When will they fly the coop?
Can we recoup?
Change is too vast a spectrum
for you to reach.
Where’s my silver lining?
Where’s my drawn line?
Why can you only say
“It is going to be fine.”?
Run away.
Nothing to stray for,
Keep a shelter.
Yet no heat, but cold.
Only a figure of speech
because no one ever kids.
Jump to conclusions.
Make rash decisions.
Balance our plates on our heads
like show dogs.
Striving to be the center of attention.
That certain person.
The one to always mention.
Savor the flavor,
the flavor of the wrong.
The flavor of the bitter,
the flavor of the throng.
As I’ve been taught
and as I believe.
As is sought
to relieve.
When you place your issues
on the boardroom table,
as everyone else does the same,
you’d take yours back.
You always would
and you always will.
My head is up high,
for I must hold it there on my own.
My heart down low,
cause it goes with the flow.
To be truth
or to be lie?
It’s more than meets
you and I.

The Interview


West Sayville, United States

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