What is this infection swarming us.
How ironically appropriate,
that the language we settle for,
colloquially acceptable rhetoric,
spells out our ailment with utter clarity,
yet defunct of language we are,
have been robbed and deprived of it,
from institutions and corporations,
from media and social discourse,
until we settle for the diagnosis,
that mocks us.
We then take pride in being ailed,
all hail, all hail,
the self descriptive fail,
all wail, all wail,
humans have set sail,
lost at see to no avail,
scattered paths, with no trail,
we’re never going to lift this veil,
with souls and characters so frail,
when never to the truth do we travail,
when dignity is always for sale,
when we give up on language,
and into the coffin, drive that nail.
Everyone wants to be famous,
even if it means they’re viral,
what a punitive thought of ones self.