A Little Word

No. It's such a little word.
Expanding every time it's heard.
No. I just can't do it anymore.
Can't live my life the way you want.
Can't squander all this living love
on anyone whose values clash
with this, my only endless destiny.

No, I told society.
And no! Your sick sobriety
makes nothing right at all.
Your numbers have been crunched
too many times and still I see how much
your shoulders hunch beneath the weight
of what you have created.

The laws of men are blind.
While justice lives and still outshines
the boundaries you tried to place on me.
Now I can see. Far beyond the power plays
that cause such misery.
Justice can't be had for just the few.
And freedom can't be forecast on the news.
The high positions held in mockery
disdain the many, favoring the few.
Turning people into things.
No better than machinery.
That rusts in piles of outdated metal.

And no! I won't abide your homilies.
Religious vows like voter's registration.
Amoral. Never integrated.
Life must mean more than just another
piece of endless grief. Written in another
language. Even lawyers cringe each time
it changes. The freedom planned
so long ago, no longer holds democracy.
Instead, it offers cages that enclose us
in a never ending pain.

To live. To spend. To go in debt.
No goods received that lasted.
Enticed, enspelled, then sent to hell.
No profit to be found in all the loss.
The products gained were never
worth the cost. For they built it all
to whither on a garbage dump.
The sooner the better, they'd say -
in those board meetings where
they snorted and then drank
their days away.

No. It's such a little word.
Expanding every time it's heard.
No. I just can't do it anymore.
Can't live my life the way you want.
Can't squander all this living love
on anyone whose values clash
with this, my only endless destiny.
So shove your summons up your ass.
I never shall attend the class you teach.
Where experts deign to preach to others
of the lies that only smother loving ties...

? Michaelette ?

4/13/2005
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