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*Monkey See, Monkey Do People See, People Do Society Does, People Do* We are the puppets of society We are the ones being fed by their lies We are the ones being washed in their waters of the tamed We are the ones being forced to accept, and to not question We are their most prized possession that they cannot run without To be seen as perfect no flaws, no edges, no imperfections If not, we must change, we must evolve to their ideal standard To be like their models with their photoshop bodies and their fake smiles To be what they force us to be To act, and not think To use our fist and tongue but never our brain To do with out hesitation To speak without a thought To never becoming an original but always a carbon copy We are their soldiers but never their hero To be saved but never to save the day To be the killers for society but never to be killed We are puppets With society holding the strings We are their model copies that can never become an individual To be their ideal image But to never be ourselves C.N
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
Society, the Good, the Bad & the Ugly
*Monkey See, Monkey Do People See, People Do Society Does, People Do* We are the puppets of society We are the ones being fed by their lies We are the ones being washed in their waters of the tamed We are the ones being forced to accept, and to not question We are their most prized possession that they cannot run without To be seen as perfect no flaws, no edges, no imperfections If not, we must change, we must evolve to their ideal standard To be like their models with their photoshop bodies and their fake smiles To be what they force us to be To act, and not think To use our fist and tongue but never our brain To do with out hesitation To speak without a thought To never becoming an original but always a carbon copy We are their soldiers but never their hero To be saved but never to save the day To be the killers for society but never to be killed We are puppets With society holding the strings We are their model copies that can never become an individual To be their ideal image But to never be ourselves C.N
This poem was part of an essay I wrote regarding my opinions on the society that we live in, and how it negatively affects us as individuals.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
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