What do you do? <br /> which translates to; <br /> How do you make your money? <br /> Money is a drug. <br /> We are a drug culture. <br /> Why do you? <br /> which suggests that you <br /> are acting incorrectly <br /> if you act to be free. <br /> We are conditioned for <br /> self-denial. <br /> No matter what you do. <br /> No matter what you think. <br /> Mindless bands of steel <br /> will circle your mentality. <br /> The only way to act <br /> is to learn not to react. <br /> We are surrounded by <br /> plastic scenes that are <br /> as relevant as death. <br /> Blamed if we do not <br /> blindly love the machine <br /> like drone of our lives. <br /> We have lost the right <br /> to determine our own <br /> methods of existing. <br /> What do you do? <br /> which hints at the <br /> premise that your <br /> occupation defines <br /> all the goodness <br /> that is inside of you. <br /> We've slipped back into <br /> the stone age. <br /> Mindlessly hunting wild <br /> animals in a pursuit of <br /> something we can never <br /> define. <br /> Reversing the process of <br /> independence; replacing <br /> freedom of expression with <br /> conformity and status quo. <br /> <br /> I see a box. <br /> This box is for I.D. <br /> Place my pieces of paper <br /> inside of it. <br /> In doing so, I have <br /> declared my <br /> non-existence. <br /> <br /> What do you do? <br /> As much as I can to be free.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-do-you-do-24/
