Ah! uselessness, <br />the only food I truly <br />know, <br /> <br />and the enclave, <br />of people who <br />live within, <br /> <br />or the language <br />through which I <br />try to grow, <br /> <br />into... <br /> <br />what - but time, <br />and never enough... <br /> <br />or to occupy, the clambering <br />madness of new blood, <br /> <br />only just aware of some other <br />horizon, <br /> <br />while everything else seems <br />to confirm your fears, <br /> <br />the speed of technology, <br />or enhancements in puppetry, <br /> <br />it's the: <br /> <br />'I must have syndrome', <br /> <br />the components I heard <br />are not green or orange, <br />but bloody red, <br /> <br />and the stuff so precious <br />to live, <br />comes at a human price, <br /> <br />for the owners and share holders, <br />are not real, or true communicators, <br /> <br />Ah! uselessness, <br /> <br />look under it, <br />feel what you feel, <br /> <br />this is the only <br />beginning I've reached, <br /> <br />it stands to reason, there <br />is nothing outside our grasp, <br />that needs replaced, <br /> <br />just this one up thing, <br />all the time, <br />which doesn't get me, <br /> <br />I mean it's just <br />furniture, <br /> <br />places to fill your dead <br />goals...<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-uselessness/
