It’s Like

 

 

What will they think of next?

That used to be creativity,

Today, however, in my view

It now refers to depravity.

 

It’s like we are digging a hole

To nowhere in particular

With no chance of getting out

In the foreseeable future.

 

It is like burying yourself

And really, really, enjoying it,

In fact, loving it so much

That it becomes your life mandate.

 

Like one drinking his vomit

While smacking his lips

And giving the impression

It’s an exciting trip.

 

It’s like down under is better

Than being at the top

And I don’t mean in Australia

But an under the earth spot. 

 

There was a time not long ago

When some things were frowned upon

Now they have become endeavors,

We are depraved and undone.

 

No doubt you would demand

That I should supply a list

But I am sure that with a little thought

You can do exactly this.

 

It’s like a topsy turvy world

Or like a child left on his own,

With the parent feeling accomplished

And smiles when he should groan.

 

It’s like not enough dirt,

I don’t mean cultivating land

But becoming the lowest of the low

As though that were the plan.

 

 

It’s like a competition to see

How ridiculous we can get

And if we are defeated at it

We express appreciative regret.

 

We talk about global warming

And about promoting things green,

But we are daily encouraging

A despicable garbage scene.

 

I do not the mean the garbage

That’s in front and behind

But the kind that we have allowed

To destroy our minds.

 

A Godless society

Is what we are becoming

And we feel particularly pleased

About the way we are living.

 

It’s like we have exchanged value

For wholesale worthlessness

And what was once worthless

Is now considered the best.

 

 

It’s like it’s better to be lost

Than to know where you are

And to have no moral compass

Is better by far.

 

It’s like then I can do

Whatever my warped mind desires

And take great offense

At who are otherwise inspired.

 

It’s like the church is praying

But it is getting worse

And even education institutions

Are perpetuating the curse.

 

It’s like this is real serious

But who really cares?

We are so terribly drugged

That we have become unaware.

 

It’s like I am talking

About a world that you don’t know,

No, it is just that you are insensitive

To this numbing horror show.

 

It’s the devil’s greatest heist

But it’s like we do not know

That Satan will never be our friend

But rather, our greatest foe.

 

Stewart Russell © October 2019