ascending bowel movement

under a certain disguise i may have been something more than what i am,
but unfortunately whatever that may be is beyond my understanding
and here i am faltering to think of something to write because
i am tired of all the nonsense words that seem to keep
coming up out of my fingertips and mouth but
there is no one who cares to read them just
the incessant typing of my fingers on
a keyboard that is trying to scream
and yet no one is listening for
they are deaf to the noise
they are mute to me
silent and sickly
searching for
the thing
to say
now.
Why
do we
commit
our crimes
outright like
we do when the
truth can simply set
us free to get out of this
mess, but we just decided
to let death climb over us and
take its time in bringing us to old
age and there is nothing really that
we can accomplish if we are going to
be the key to the next generation.  So we
go on settling into the guise that we have been
given at birth but to what end do we dress up for
this non-celebratory holiday, because I cannot see
the reason in burning down the trees just to create paper
masks to parade our ignorance with when their are people who
wood work and grind away toiled into oblivion and they do know
the way to get back home, but here we are again.  Yes, here we are again.