The Last Great Civility

Indirectly, a history is unfolded and a journey concludes:

This is our haven, the filth and luxury we bathe in

Rivers of creamed conscience consisting of

Guilted disillusionment, and thought Rot

Or some other adolescent nonsense.

Our hedonistic repressions refute us sleep

So that our reality squanders sanity

And borders of rationality blot; smear.

We squat in fear of our own predisposition;

The thin lines of obsolescence and desperation.

But Luck draws quarters on us all.

And the thick grime gray of institutionalization covers our mouths;

Paints our walkways and walls;

The tenements of our disdain

Entomb us within ourselves. A private conformist Hell

Below the House that Man built.

Sovereign humanity wars with it’s own autonomated savages

And the last great civility of mankind falls.

Posted by john in Home Improvement