The Strange Concept of Living

It's strange
how walking skeletons
caked with flesh
and skin
can think so highly

They think of glasses
so full of the defecation
they spew
(digested egotism)
and they say:

"Here, taste this. It's full of wisdom, and promising magic.
You'll stand in awe, of what I am, what I've said, and what I've done.
It is the way, it is walking on water, it is the warming solar flares of the sun,
filled with power and answer.
You will drink it, you will indulge in what I am.
You must, and if not, you'll just waste away, never knowing the beauty of what
it is that I call 'I', what I call 'me'.
You will drink it, or you will get out of my way.
As ignorant as you are, ignorant unlike what is I.
What is Me."

But yet
the content of this glass
carefully advertised
in planned out commercials
and strategically placed billboards
still tastes like shit

It's strange
beautiful words could possibly
make you believe otherwise

Or
those words are the flavor
for your ears to taste
so your tongue can easily ignore
the bullshit you wasted hard earned time on
and hard earned cash

Either way
It's strange
how this is probably
what life is

Just looking
for someone else's
crap, displayed in
prettier colors
than your own
crucifix, hung on
cardboard
the only walls you can
afford