An individual's accountability for societal conditions
do you want the red or the blue sippy cup?
a fork or a spoon to eat up
every bitter bit of
the nasty dinner you don't want?
the donkey or the elephant?
charlatans and spoons
each, empty vessels delivering identical things,
human tools born to fill a void, to feed
their goal to appeal to their home team and then some;
the middle and their extreme
and from this emerges: an illusion of choice cheaply lulling
our worst instincts of control and tribalism
--a deep schism adorned with a sticker
so who are we to cast both ballots and blame?
we are units to the funnel that puts them at the top
a broken upward filter and evidently brittle
as those who reach the pinnacle
are overtly an exaggeration;
a representation of our own humanity
and in our mediocre modernity
these ugly gargoyles piss on us from above
we chiseled them, our own hideousness our muse
our own corruption, the tools we used
behold, our creations
there's no absolution to what's predestined;
we make the bed they Lie in