I GOT THE BLUES

People, grownups, write and speak to each other in words 

they have been shown that have been given assigned meanings

which are derived by assembling the same words in different patterns

 with punctuation 

marks 

accompanying.

        And people were told that the words are reliably assembled 

up from some factory to make sense. 

And that the use is imperative. 

For what? 

Well, all I can finally tell is that it amounted to a method whereby we 

fell into a small black hole that led us to a wonderland of nonsense. 

And the 

question is: Who Are You?

We were all forced to learn the words and their proper use

tested and graded 

according to our grasp of it 

and 

the world of nonsense hands out gifts 

to foster its secure position of authority 

and keep us in line and striving 

against one another. It worked.


 I got the blues.

For you,

what do you think?

Is it better to to give up one's life

and leave a sacred shell

a cloud of incense

an object of cult

for 3000 years

or better to

live your life

anonymous

and plain?