Normalcy is a Curse

The nut jobs aren't the problem, friend.
It's ordinary people and their soul-
Destroying dreariness, their houses
Painted mousy gray, their strings
Of all-white Christmas lights,
The tasteless things they eat and drink,
And all the mindless entertainments
They so happily consume, their fear
Of being out of order, straying too far
From the herd, which, by consensus,
Does not move.  The nut jobs bolt.
They seek new places.  They bring color
Into lives.  Without them, humans never
Would have come out of their caves.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-06 at 13:27

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