they walk among us
they are always in
the same places
seeing the same people
mixing words
with barely anybody
they seem as if they
are robotic sentinels
just going through
task after task
to us
the masses
little do we know
that while his body is here
his mind isn't
it's in a strange dark place
the only lights
are neon confusions
which flicker in epileptic patterns
they hide their mind
from the real world
so that their precious
vessel of transport
doesn't become completely destroyed
it's the difference
between 2 or 3 forty ounces of malt liquor
it's the difference between
one and two packs a day
the difference between
*** head and coke head
they aren't really mindless
they're just mentally misplaced