Empty Lemmings On The Far Side of Commonality

In the absence of my conscience

I will replace it with marbles

So that in the empty spaces

The metallic music blasts in my inner monologue

So that I am deafened to the rebukes

Safe from harm from those that harm the meek

Disgusted by the appearance of their lapels

And they who were persecuted

Cannot hear to be done harm to

Cannot fathom the ends of the earth they were brought to

As the fuzzy insults and silent curses are lost

Replaced with a static ringing

That constitutes all of communication

As they stare into the abyss before them

They are indeed crippled with moronic fear

But they and I and every one else we'd like to hope are us

We don't know what is to be fearful of

After all they spoke in Adult fashion

Indiscernible from one ear to the next

And we all, them and I, we look about ourselves

And thinking within

What is it without that we are fortunate enough to be brought here

For all we know this was all a game

That there's a pot of gold on the other side of this rainbow

Yet as we take our next good step

Fooled into going because the pushers wore smiles

We only feel the faintest and briefest of pain

As face meets earth

And skull learns rocks are rough and unforgiving

In this final act of our stupidity

The marlbles in our brains fall out

Loosed upon the crack desert highways

Were buzzards and curious children gather them

When our corpses are long but gone

Quickly forgotten,

But our useless knowledge was there

For them to swallow and let loose their own moral compasses

And the cycle goes on

Till we all get to that place

Falling off the same cliff

Right onto our damn face.