Ploughed River City: 1 of 8

Swinging my cerebral cortex,
Back and forth, through ravishing dirt
Bumping my head into a granary,
Storing thoughts of all residents
In River City, in which I lived
I tried to wrap my demented brains,
Around a thing, called a decency center
Insights I owned, were locked far away
The granary in River City,
Belonged to the thing: the decency center
A modern form of crowd control
Slowly but steadily brainwashing many
You thought brainwashing no longer existed
You were damn wrong
Too long you spent on a deviant path
Misguided by those you trusted
Letting them make your decisions
Perverted they were,
Telling you to do as they said
Faults of many they focused on
Hiding their acts
Not expected by those who trusted them
Instincts you were given at birth,
You forgot about, and abandoned
Immersing yourself in modernization
Harshly ravishing across,
In River City

Snatched from HeteroSexual Chaos, a Decided Entrapment, available in audio and electronic format across various stores and libraries.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Joseph says:

    It’s my funniest poetic short story I have so far written, yet insightful. Thanks Jessica for checking it out 👏 👏 👏 🙌


  2. Jessica says:

    I don’t have much to say about it. It’s nice. I like it.

    Liked by 1 person

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