It’s not even a debate,
We now live in a fugue state.
Wandering a landscape of lies,
Forgotten self, Lifeboat capsized.
Up is down, and down is up.
Drink hate flowing from a cup.
Each values opinion over fact,
Some folks believe the earth is flat.
Despite strong evidence,
Knowledge is lacking relevance.
Much ignorance exists.
Certainly, not a state of bliss.
Rolling blind towards an ill fate,
Wrapped up in a fugue state.
A very special no thanks, to the evil that men do. Although there is darkness, I prefer to hope the shit out of life.
40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the rest.