you are seeing the world through shit smeared glasses

simple yet striking message. I like it

One of those rare poems where the title is better than the content. Not that the content isn't good. On the contrary, I found it pithy, sharp, sinister, a well crafted concept which does provoke thought. I'd like to see you work that title into this piece though, then call it something else. Just my opinion, of course.

It feels like an unfinished poem to me as well, but i just had to get it out there. "Quantum Theatrics" is along the same lines. Nothing is really real. We chose this reality for ourselves before we we're born, and everything is exactly going according to plan. YOU are GOD. So am I.
The cages we find ourselves trapped within we've built around ourselves, twigs plastered with shit and mud. Push a little and it topples over. :D
Drop out. Turn on. Tune in.