To the Slaughter - An Original Poem

I live a life too comfortable, like a ripped and faded pair of blue jeans
If the aliens attack, they'll find me with no sense of urgency
I'm like an old man, comfortable with his newspaper and cup of tea
Are you that way too?

Does it make you turn your head and wretch
The bile flows up from inside your broken neck
Does it make you stumble and fall down
Like a man with no bones or a vaudeville circus clown

When we walk down the sidewalk
Is it just a conveyor belt
Leading us to the slaughter
When we drive down the highway
Is it just a conveyor belt
Leading us to the slaughter

I'm not the man I once was, to be fair it's really no great loss
Nobody writes odes to me, nobody lays flowers on my grave
I can't look back with reverence, on greatness incarnate
Do you feel that way too?

Does it make you bang your bloody fist against the wall
Are you Humpty Dumpty and have you had a great fall
Does it make your throat bloody and raw
Do you ever wonder where it all went so wrong

When we drive down the sidewalk
Is it just a conveyor belt
Leading us to the slaughter
Leading us to the slaughter
When we walk down the highway
Is it just a conveyor belt
Leading us to the slaughter
Leading us to the slaughter

Here I am where I was four years ago like time froze
I know i'm not really alone but I'm all alone
Mother Nature turns the warmth to cold, why can't I be that bold
Are you that bold?

Are you running in circles like a spirograph
Does your life story read like an epitaph
Can you get your shit together before the lights go dim
Do you just keep scraping your knees just to service him

When we walk down the sidewalk
Is it just a conveyor belt
Leading us to the slaughter
When we drive down the highway
Is it just a conveyor belt
Leading us to the slaughter