Them

Them
Some dance, some sleep.

No specific reason for them to be alive, but strangely an abundance of these superstitious creatures have yet to fulfill the prophecy. The undefined nature of our existence is an adventure. I say – our - I am them. I am a creature, a member of a non-homogenous group of a particularly obscure lineage.

Them, yes them
Some reach for the righteous, some worship the villain.

Those, who with great uncertainty float in this nebulous world oppressed by the ravage, the savage rulers bestow upon them. With virtual impunity, the toxic beings at the top of the food chain lead the horde to their naively accepted demise with no peep.

Them, only them
Some think, some despise the idea.

The snooty liberal thinker, the obnoxious conservative pundit, the indecisive gender switching creature, the morally depraved religious, the harmless misunderstood philosopher, The haughty condescending intellectual, the fake, the real, the good the bad, and everyone in the gene stew.

Them, them again
Some laugh out loud, some gently weep.

A sheltered bunch pinned to their seats, glued to their screens of all sizes ingurgitating images with a level of idiocy rarely seen. A flock of grotesque self-endangered species with archaic minds, zealously following the chosen deceivers, waiting nonchalantly their soon to come extinction.

Them, Always them
Some pious, some credulous

A lethargic community who believes in the Frivolous and senseless notion that their own beings defines them. An abused crowd surrounded by undeniably wicked conveyers of the unmentionable truth. Their horrible void is filled with the silent sound of greed and avarice.

Them, of course who else
Us