MAD (Minions and Dominions)

The wicked
want you
to be asleep
so that
you will acquiesce
to being minons
with no dominon
on your condition –
while serving
a life sentence
on Earth,
as they pervert
your worth –
taking the fruits
of labor
to savor…
bypassing taxes
to procure
the finer things…
as they relegate
your power
to a pejorative
rather than
a gift…
as an empath
crawling through
the chaos
I don’t need no
seance,
my eyes are open –
make history…
while shaking
your wobbly bits
against the monolith
or Leviathan
that compels us
to bend for a fee
from 9 to 5,
but how pray tell
is this divine or glorious…
if I’m woke to the S&P 500
and sleep to my purpose?
It is by design
that our might
is made submersible
and yet we follow the jester
and eschew
the professor
all while ignoring
our scribes
and poets.