The Hidden Predator
Why is it that today, in the most powerful country on earth, there is reason to be afraid? What sinister force has been brewing for thousands of years? What have we foolishly ignored for so long? What is it that we've been afraid to face? Why is there such pressure on the backs of young people to grow up faster than the generation before them? Some "escape" to become musicians and poets living "off the grid." How can we allow these escapes to happen when there exists such an urgent need for Military Soldiers to fight our un-ending wars, Genetic Engineers to scientifically warp humanity and Catholic Priests who are capable of discretely molesting young altar boys? Also, did you know that 50% of all lawyers in the world are in the United States. We have 5% of the world population but only half the lawyers on earth. We can do better than that! We should have at least 70%. America is dropping the ball and I point the finger of blame on music and poetry. It's beautiful, it's inspiring and it's distracting. How many times have you sat down to write a paper or read a report or watch television and found yourself thinking how nice it would be to go outside and enjoy natural beauty? It's those heathen poets. It's as if their metaphors are choking our economy and our infrastructure to a slow death. We need TV viewers, we need people inside malls tirelessly shopping and we need cubicle dwellers. It's because of Poetry that nobody wants to grind it out working in a factory for twenty-five years. The number of children who list coal-mining as a career goal is at an all time low. As you read this, the rainforests are not being cleared and burned fast enough to provide grazing land for the cattle that McDonald's buys and serves in our hamburgers. I know I don't want to live in a world where I can't get a 99-cent cheeseburger. What's slowing us down? What's putting the American way of life in danger of extinction? It's these ruthless poets and singer-song writers, with their appreciation for nature conveyed through the eloquence, melody and subtle grace of the written word. Good God People! It's time for us to open our eyes to this often emotive, and deadly Juggernaught of an art form before it crushes our greed and ambition like a soft, ripe melon. Our nation is like a baby bird, sitting quietly in it's nest as it waits for mother to return with breakfast. Poetry smells this fledgling and it is stalking us, stalking with a raw hunger and a rhythmic flow, preparing to bare its claws and pounce with an adrenalized fury upon it's helpless prey.
Don't be lulled into complacency. Behold, my friends, for this is THE ENEMY, and the enemy is at the gates.
Now they're even paying people to write poetry!
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