Pretendians

Once upon a not so far away time,

There lived, us, all hail human beings;

Any and all inquisitions met with ’I’m fine’,

Was the self destructive, verbal battle scene.

I used to turn up my nose and secretly judge,

Used to tsk and shake a finger or a head;

Knowing full well I would never move or budge,

From my fallacy-laden, hypocritically-carved bed.

Time marched on, ever pressing forward,

And for reasons I had yet to discover;

I was knicked, poked, and prodded onward,

But wait! Alas it wasn’t enough to cut the tether.

Days, months, years, decades,

Endlessly, I can’t lift my feet under the pressure;

I look around for no one to be my aide,

I feel a tiny rumbling like a fissure.

Suddenly the rumbling becomes a chasm,

A deep, dark, rocky abyss;

Stretching forth to swallow my altruism.

No more illusions; would anyone my person even miss?

I sink into the mire that becomes my tomb;

A walking, living, breathing monstrosity.

All the while the masses wave their shallowness, like plumes,

While I desire nothing more than transparency.

Oh how the Pretendians sing and dance and mock!

Come see our lives and our importance!

One day, very soon even, the brittle structures they’ve built, will rock;

And I will have my sweet, final deportment.