Battlecry.

[rewiiired]

Another lie
revealed to an impressionable little meat machine
a bipedal puppet disinclined to utilize cerebral advantage
to cast a critical eye on a spoon-fed worldview
and purpose prescribed, to question
the identity of the issuer
so typical
just gather up a herd or run to one
lead or follow along the path to the slaughter
sacrifice all you are for false warmth
battlecry for growth and survival replaced with a might-less ''bah''
fake it till you make it, rebel against earned substance
to reduce yourself to the empty shell, go ahead,
I'd rather remain on the sidelines,
keep true to myself
deal with gaps in knowledge
rather than fill them with faerie tales
much rather play with possibilities without cemented wedding
and follow my own voice and reason.

 

[Mehm]

damn the man, out the box
i like this poem, it really rocks

 

[Jabberwocky]

Its interesting that the poem at least to me seems to be speaking to a child at first and evolves into some complex ideals and how you are reacting to them. Are you the bipedal meat machine? are you speaking of linear progression in your life? or is there an outside object in this poem.

I enjoyed the dense imagery here:

revealed to an impressionable little meat machine
a bipedal puppet disinclined to utilize cerebral advantage

 

[Mehm]

I took it more politically for some reason. maybe a consequence of my psychology..

 

[IXinX]

I like the cadence of this when i read it. When you read it out it's noticed more,
there's a bit of urgency and alarm
but fairly ambiguous.