Forgetting How to Think

I have forgotten how

to think for myself,

now I look to someone else

to do my thinking for me,

like some highly trained

talking parrot;

sure,

I seem to have it all together,

just don’t take away my TV set,

because then I’d simply cease to

function;

I've also forgotten how to be

a cynical, sarcastic bastard,

as I begin to see things

from the other guys perspective,

even though I know it’s all

bullshit;

food and warmth

have become much to central

to my way of life;

I miss the edge,

fighting unseen demons

and forgotten villains;

funny how the fear of money

can do that,

or perhaps it’s the drugs,

which concern themselves

with keeping my heart

beating mechanically;

as it ceases to function

emotionally.

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