Conspiracy
Every day now,
a new one appears.
I've had it with conspiracies,
up to my ears.
Con artists seeking,
their 15 minutes of fame,
piecing together factoids,
guaranteed to inflame.
The minds of the masses,
bored to tears,
with a lackluster lives,
and inexperienced fears.
With couch potato lifestyles,
and comfort food dreams.
Flocking to the refrigerator,
and bursting at the seams.
I don't care if you're a jock,
a geek into rock,
primping for the prom,
or a soccer mom.
Your life has evolved,
into nothing but dreams.
You are food or fodder,
for these paranoid schemes.
So all I ask is a simple task,
get up, get out, and learn.
Do not rely on others,
for the knowledge you earn.
It is so easy to get stuck in a rut.
So get off your butt and yearn.
Or the day will come,
when conspiracies run,
And you'll need to speak Chinese,
for your fun.
Copyright 2012 © Ronald W. Hull
1/19/12
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