Most of us suffer from some form of it
if it isn’t drugs or alcohol
its cigarettes, coffee, exercise, gambling, shopping, SEX or FOOD.
We overindulge as a society
It is our RELIGION
and then we deny it.
We’ll tell you that you are CRAZY
We suffer from a DISEASE
therefore we need HELP.
We are not ACCOUNTABLE for our actions.
We stopped being accountable in the sixties
and it has morphed into the beast that it is today.
We changed the world alright.
we have a gazillion
afflictions and we BELIEVE that it will
take some hard work to get back
When did we start
believing the lies?
We believe that we are insignificant.
We believe that life is a poker hand.
We believe that once you are afflicted
that there is little to be done, you have to live with it,
the devil made me do it.
Just swallow that knot in your throat
it will be alright in the morning.
But the morning has come and gone
and here we are fixed in front of our computers and the TV
waiting for the savior
waiting for that asteroid
waiting for 2012.
We believe in aliens, Big Foot,
the paranormal, and WAR.
We believe in pressing 1 for Spanish
and 2 for English.
We believe that being rich or powerful
or rich AND powerful will solve
most of our problems.
We follow the movements of
TV and film stars like they have
the secret to creation.
We just need to do what
they do, wear what they wear
eat what they eat.
We will put up with just
about anything, so long as it
doesn’t change any of our plans
or alter our thinking.
We want to give it all to GOD
all our problems, choices, suffering.
We want HIM to fix us, fix the country
fix the planet, fix the universe.
FIX EVERTHING, so we can
continue to do whatever we want.
We pray for an answer
but he has answered.
GOD is on strike!
He gave us all that we need.
The balls in our court
It's the last quarter of the game
the final tournament.
The sun is setting
on our parade.
Kiss your sorry
self serving issues
Departures are coming for you!
get in your sleeper
cars, this train is
bound for Affliction.
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