American Drone
by A PAX
Friday, November 09, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Every society honors its live conformists, and its dead troublemakers. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
American Drone
Haven't you heard, it's written in stone
Plainer than truth, down to the bone
Everyone says, and everyone knows
That's what they say, and that's how it goes
Oh yeah, says who
Oh everyone knows
Huh
How did it start, what was the source
Act like you know, just nod of course
Sheep in the meadow, baa right along
Moo like a cow, chewing her corn
Oh yeah, says WHO
Hmmm
Everyone sit, just nod your head
Drink in the news, just before bed
Think like they tell you, they know it all
Domino line up, waiting to fall
Gobble like turkeys eating their grain
Peck goes your beak, chop goes your brain
Fish in the barrel, bait on the hook
So much to see, but they never look
Never a stampede, hooves have been tied
Stand still and listen, listen to lies
Promises made, dust in the wind
Beneath the gold, lies only tin
Under the feathers, we're all the same
Why do the strong, bullshit the lame
Majority rules, march like a drone
Swim in their thoughts, drown like a stone
Pax
A
11/9/07
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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
11/28/2007 |
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Some people are Leaders & some are Followers
not all Leaders need to be followed thou
& you definetly paved your own path & way according to this poetic express!
EMBRASSE' Vickie |
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| Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot |
11/23/2007 |
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Hardhitting, right to the core.
Wondered where you got to LOL,
:) Ch'erie |
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| Reviewed by Amor Sabor |
11/12/2007 |
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| Reality bites is the first thing that comes to my mind reading this...so well done. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
11/11/2007 |
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| Oooo... love the change in nom de plume. Like a new hair-do. And this is a great tribute on the day that one of your most pugnacious yet funky literary "greats" has passed on to better things. Way to go, Stormin Norman Mailer! You have just that same no-messin, larger-than-life quality to life, Darlin! love from ye olde Brit Crone xx |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
11/10/2007 |
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Hmmmm, sounds like a society that has successfully been dumbed down. How sad....
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
11/10/2007 |
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Thoughts worthy of reflection indeed. Powerful and timely message. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
11/10/2007 |
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WOW!!! You did it again! Needs to be published! You are a treasure!
ET
(send the pics)
etw.surewest.net |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
11/10/2007 |
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| How did you do that--took all those trite expressions and came up with something powerfully meaningful, and powerful mean? Mooo like a cow? Nope. I taught mine to sing opera! (and they're good at it too) --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*® Authors & Creations |
11/10/2007 |
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First time I'm reviewing you as Tania Dremas, lol! - but now, seriously, the word that comes, or rather, burst from my heart and then from my mouth is... BRAVO! Wow, Anita, this is one heck of a brilliant, much needed "slap in the face" or "brain-shaker" that I hope many, but many, many, will read! Sure it's much easier to baa-baa, be eaten, then blame the shepherd, the wolf and who knows who and what else; and sure it is not the easiest thing in the world to have one's own ideas and perspectives, to take one's own options and one's own responsibility for them, and to face the consequences... but, without that, we can't be saved - and least of all, from our lethargic, submissive, take-it-all, poor-me selves.
So... shall we link arms now... and go kick some dormant ass? LOL! ;0)
You tell'em, Lady! Love it, and love you!
{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}
Alexandra* |
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| Reviewed by William Haynes |
11/10/2007 |
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working for Wal-mart I feel more like a drone every day
The wording reminded me a bit of L. Cohen's best songs
bill |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
11/10/2007 |
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Never a stampede, hooves have been tied
Stand still and listen, listen to lies
Promises made, dust in the wind
Beneath the gold, lies only tin
I think we are way overdue for a good old house cleaning stampede. But I really wonder how many even care. |
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| Reviewed by Tactfully Naive |
11/10/2007 |
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Aye, seems no bell book or candle is able to create a spell strong enough to suck us out from amidst all this indoctrinaire bruhaha that the media etc pulls out of its hat - Agh! The drone, the drone, how it deafens me!
Thought provoking as ever - who do you think you are by the way? Me?:):):):)
Cheerie te ye an aw that kin o' thing
Dai the imperative |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
11/9/2007 |
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| a poignant and thought provoking write-well written |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
11/9/2007 |
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So much fact in this and so much sad reality...people have grown so used to bs that they just take it and smile.
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
11/9/2007 |
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| "Never a stampede, hooves have been tied" . . . Best line in this poem/essay/truth which has a hell of a lot of good lines . . . I know this . . . I know this well . . . Nero is fiddling |
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
11/9/2007 |
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One of your best to me and I'm your number 1 fan! You can't seem to get better with your philosophy writes.... but you do!
Love,
Susan |
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