Paul E Sexton, Poetry

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Y O U

 
           YOU
 and your running   
                 around.
It's making me sick.
With your pursuit    
        of things,
        of wealth
and self-esteem
and the things that people need
or so we are told.
You just believe everything
dont you.          
You buy the whole freaken ball of wax.
Yea,                        
follow your dream,
plan your career,
dress for success,
keep your god damned nose
to the grindstone,       
make it happen.
It is as though you are not even capable        
of questioning things,             
defying the status quo.                      
raging against the machine              
rebelling with or without a cause.
Fuck,              
you are just one of the sheep         
BAAA,             BAAA,BAA,BAA!!!
What the fuck do you know anyhow?
You accept everything you are told,               
idiot!
Piece of crap!
doofus!
Yes you!
I mean you!            
go on! get out of here!               
            Dumbass

2003