A failed revolution

I once tried to start a revolution with words

Now I underline the word “tried” because I failed to do so

Not from lack of conviction on my behalf

The will of my compatriots did not beholden to one another a type of civil disobedience

Instead they held a strong commitment to obedience and God forbid them to go outside the laws, where the revolutionaries eat and drink with alcoholics, junkies, and heathens

My word rebellion did not hold only poets responsible for its propagation

Artists, free thinkers, homeless outsiders, and all who were told that in order to grow up, you must do this and do that

Yet my revolt did not make it past such early steps

My liberty comrades were committed as a con man is to a wallet as they were to the cause

Collegiate acceptance through the eyes of society and peers took their mind against mine and chewed into a ball of mush

Then they were no longer individuals

They were a part of the herd

The blind mass collective of beating hearts, breathing, mobile storage apparatuses

Such that in order to live happy, one must be that of lawful accepted granted passage into a world that laughs at you while they quarters and dimes, nickels and pennies are thrown to the ground and it is called minimum wage

They peddle information that tells how adults look

How adults style their hair

How adults walk

How this, that, and the other are done

That is called conformity and the next thing to come…is death