and play the game,

you cut your hair

to entice or offend

and adopt the clothes

of a forgotten yesterday.

Is it empty?

Does that curious itch

of a burned out heart

still yearn to burst out

and consume?

You are the people

I have seen in my dreams

harassed and beaten

for resisting the beast.

Do you sleep with the beast?

(It pays for your education,)

Do you suck it's cock?

Or do you just moan

as it rapes your youth?

They are afraid of you,

did you know?

Their spirit cowers in fear

when you walk by.

Those misguided guard dogs

of the rich,

drop out bullies and those they bullied.

They live in fear of the day you realize

the awesome power

of slow children.