What is the point?
What can be saved?
What separates a goal?
What about a delusion?
What do we gain from idolizing material?
What future sins will we accept?
What is our calling?
What can we avoid from the past?
What things should be forgotten?

Who is an expert?
Who says that we shouldn't speak?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who amongst us all is dead inside?
Who will bring peace?
Who can prevent our fall?
Who will help us all stand tall?
Who is our master?
Who is the chain?

Why must the best of us suffer most of all?
Why is our success measured in height?
Why does division exist if we promote to not divide?
Why have we moved forward? Why have we moved backward?
Why has injustice come out now?
Why must the past be repeated?
Why are we on a diverse planet?
Why are we here?

Formulaic
Fit the mold with some cutout jokes
Replaceable
Disgraceful process
As a person
I must confess
Let me explain:
Such comedy found in humorous things
Yet all concepts can be considered
Funny to one
Something else to others
Perhaps hateful
Distasteful
Force a laugh?
Means it was never funny
To none
But executive mindsets
For success in such uncertainty
Variety is the prerogative.

Behind your tooth
Home to the truth
Spit out poison--
No matter if what you say is true

I clenched my hand
Warm as the sun
Shook yours
Cold as snow
Together we may make neutrality
But the fight that shall come
With the construction of the foundation
Drives me away
For your disturbed insides
Push me back a ways

Couch
Stained with an unknown substance
A television
Channels, all the same
To static
At least that is distinct
Future?
Never put much thought to it
Windows barricaded
Outside sources breed panic
Internet
A place to hide
Safety net soon to be snipped
Yet these images...
The same
Videos...
Looped for hours
Music...
Playlist of repetition
Today is the worst
And tomorrow...
...will be the same