Torch
The torch was passed
"Did anyone catch that?"
on the floor
utterly ignored
"No, you pick it up."
Everyone too busy
updating their unsocial sites-
blind
to the diseases, the causes
yet everyone pauses
to upload that photograph.
Meanwhile they die, fight, cry.
And with the latest devices
happy as pie
indifferent
unwilling to stand
make a difference
self-absorbed
mindset of whores
selling out
"FML! I'm standing in line!"
-Pout
Someone, please give a shit,
I'm about to shout.
The cubicle jockey job is only a cover. Writer of poems, observations, and short stories.
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