Behave

White collar whirlwind whisks away the whimsy of the well wanters. Drowning the dreams of downtrodden dreamers into a whitewashed wave of utopian obedience.

The grain is removed, so aimless we idle, irritated in our stagnated existence. Unable to decipher which direction the light is coming from.

Aging agnostics aiming for ambivalent arrows to ascend from the soil and sort out our stream of unspent ideas.

Bartered bullshit buoyantly bobbing in our battered brick cages, sight of the unseen traded for a brand new couch.

Flashing pictures surround creativity completely, an airtight seal which muffles and smothers. Asphyxiated aspirers don their face matching collars, a see of shirts without any land. Sea monsters consume the corroded conscience, waving a carrot for all to covet.

Catch the carrot, climb the cavernous hierarchy. We all need vitamin c, to see that we didn't need it at all.