The Art Of Being Nobody

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The Art Of Being Nobody

by

Carl Paul Henneman

It is not, what it is

You’ll never change what it is

If we did what it is we want/

Bet these guys would stop touching kids

This world makes you feel crazy

Like you’re the only one seeing this

There’s a homeless man down the street

He got no insurance; he’s real sick

Whistling while we walk by

Oughta/ give him a roundhouse kick

& it’s only getting colder

Even though the ice is getting thin

Live a life but are we living?

Heart atrophy & we’re all in

Bought the fear; just hoping for change

We all know something needs to flip

As the story/s getting older

Anticipate apocalypse

I will be what I am

No one person owns

A fail-safe identity

Write on that tape

Over your mouth

Continue to laugh

Till the truth comes out

Can keep riding this bus

But it ain’t changing its route

Don’t play a part

We never were any more

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One thought on “The Art Of Being Nobody

    EightLeggedGemini said:
    December 29, 2013 at 10:01 pm

    nice poem, it reminds me of a feeling from one of my own works entitled Nobody’s Perfect in which the main character is called Nobody 🙂

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