today
i threw a brick through the window of my local Starbucks
and no one understood why
they caught me in the act
so they took me down to the station
and asked me what i could possibly have been thinking
and i told them it wasn’t my fault
but it was Society
for in the early light of morning i did see her
making her way through the field of innocence
her expressionless eyes searching, her icy fingers prying
plucking out the children, suffocating their dreams
recruiting them for the Wasteland
and they asked me what i meant by this
and i said, “surely, you know the Wasteland?”
they shook their heads, bewilderment in their eyes
i told them the people of the Wasteland were cold and jaded
unaware of each other’s presence
concerned only with their own agendas
the imperfections of the bigger picture lost in their self obsession
and as long as their greed and jealousy thrived
they remained shackled there, in the Wasteland
again, they couldn’t understand what i was saying
they said they wanted to investigate this place i had been
and asked me where the Wasteland really was
i told them it lied in the hearts of the next generation,
the heirs to the trash and debris of a history forgotten
the sons of intolerance and the daughters of vanity
fed their world through a tube of sensationalism
adhering obediently to the social codes
and finding absolution in the harassment of deviants
they all just looked at each other and then looked back at me
they handed me a bottle of coca-cola and handful of ritalin
and told me to run along; they wouldn’t press charges
i shrugged my shoulders, waved goodbye
and said i hope you don’t feel too lonely without me
in the Wasteland.