The mediocrity

They want us to
hang our head
in their mediocrity,
assiduously…
quiet is kept
it couldn’t be me…
as I come from
a glorious lot…
those who refused
to abdicate
their souls
to these hobos in the spirit
while their nefarious intent
precedes them…
the wickedness
and sacrilege
echoing through the ages
but the sages warned us
of work to do.

Rocks thrown at glass houses
that are on fire
with no one to
douse them
with waters of wisdom…
my people are withering
for lack of knowledge

against the backdrop
of fat men
with bad skin
and a lack of
intellectual acumen
who spew
gibberish.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes