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by Mia D. (writer), October 18, 2009

Just an observation of what I have to deal with when going to a friends' Art Exhibit.

Streams of consciousness infuse our souls

Moments of clarity about all we don't know

Yet the Kool-Aid is served and we all take a drink

The elixir that slowly transforms us to sheep

And before you know it we seize to think

For ourselves, on our own

For our dreams, unrealized all turn to stone

and this rock once firmly in our grasp, we toss it away

There's nothing to work for just live for today

I sit and wonder it's not only me

Who refuses to follow them and take that drink

For all that we loved and all that we lost

Is nothing sacred, or it is all for sale and what is the cost?

To waste away in a place like this

To sell ourselves out bit by bit

To fake it through another day

To awaken each morning despising this place

To live and rot on the streets of LA.

The posers, the wannabees and all the freaks

Congregate to come and worship the geek

That poured his heart and soul and flesh and bone

Into a work of art, a thought of his own

They come and go and want to be seen

The slithering opportunistic serpentine.

The poignantly pathetic seeking praise

Who party all night and sleep away the days

Coming up empty again and again

Finally, defeat a life of sin

Once again, for the city a win.

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Mia D. is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the author's website.