Society

Society, in all its glorious plastic drapery.

Its glossy purple walls of mundane reality

Its cupped monotonous

Culture that placed itself

on sharp jagged roofs of hypocrisy

A culture that’s sparing enough

To let you breathe

One tiny breath at a time

As long as you don’t

Try to entangle

their tangled porcelain laid murky wires

A system that bells you to sleep instead

Sleep in their soft fluffy pillows

On puffed velvet beds

Of endless encased deception

Society,

In all its former rich soapy glory

Wrapped around the dead

And decayed that once stood firm

In the opposite way

Under a warm soft and fragile leather coat

That’s worn swiftly around

A rough rigid shell

So often broken down

Only to find powdered almost insignificant

Amounts of sprinkled truth.