you stare
face pressed hard
against the glass
into the depths below
regally commenting
on the lower species
that have not
evolved
into you
had they but
tried
you say
they would be
where you are
bending down
staring into the abyss
of morose souls
bonded to the sea
of poverty and pain
but you are
certain
it’s all
their fault
no need for
concern
but
beware
my friend
hidden beyond your view
just beneath
the razor sharp coral
of discontent
lie
sharks
a street drug
no
a medication
i do this because i have to
i was forced into this
by
my parents
my wife
my children
they all demanded
they all required
things of me
everyone expects that i
and i alone
serve their needs
so each day i
place the hose
begin the injections
like piercing society’s skin
and the energy flows
as quickly as blood
pumps in the body
it is not my fault
i am not to blame
please believe me
i am not to blame
i wash my hands of this
the oil on your shores
is not due
to my addiction
it was
their
fault
Read Between the Minds 