Monstrosity of Mediocrity

Acceptance of normalcy: that is the first step Towards choosing a fate that is worse than hell. Just look at all the people around seeing the same Type situations arise, geared to drive us all insane. The perpetual motion of blandness that knows no right “Stay in that corner,” they say, “and accept your plight.” Demonic shadows overcome you with the banging of keys, The large pools of grease, “Can you serve me please?” No ladder to be found, you are effortlessly told To be happy to be here until this [crap] turns to gold. “Children are meant to be seen and not heard;” chained to a chair Dreaming of the day you qualify for Medicare. Pushing paper that you want to burn, cause the money is for Those people who hire peasants and taskmasters galore. “Slavery isn’t condoned, but don’t feel like a fool If you think that it’s okay to follow the ten-second rule.” Aspirations have to stay hidden behind complacent smiles. “You weren’t asked your opinion you… you adult child!” Mind your mouth and your manners; it has always been this way. Change we can believe in? Not in this workplace. School is pointless and you’ll never get through Especially if you have to buy the gas to drive to school. That means you have to work, and what employer wants to hear “I may be your slave now, but I’ll own you in about a year”? Switch around for a while; then suddenly get hell-bent In finding a job that pays you that twenty-five more cents You so desperately feel you deserve, because “I might only stay And deal with all this bull if I was seriously getting paid.” Merry-go-round of gossip and games, office of chameleons; Trying to believe that Tiger Woods hates making millions Playing golf of all things, with something like a passion While you stare at a computer screen,wantingthat crash to happen. Mind-numbing, painstaking, heartbreaking servitude— Your real goals and ambitions? Now don’t have a clue As to what they really are; this is the way it’s supposed to be. You have crossed over now; welcome to the world of mediocrity. And you don’t accept it, anything else you can do? “Go into the military; it’s great for poor people like you.”