The Solitudinairian Candidate

The Solitudinarian Candidate 

Solitudinarian is currently my way but it’s not been solely by choice;

I can survive it without going mad because I’m kind to my own damned voice.

I enjoy my own company more than most but there are many people I like;

If only they’d stop to sit down with me, my solitudinarian ways could take a short hike.

Though we all need somebody, remember to look Big & Inward…everyone should tend their own gardens;

Some time to our Self…just a little each day & I’ll sing you all my pardons.

Though, nobody’s stopping ’cause the world’s disarrayed and our perspectives right along with it;

It doesn’t exist unless you like it & share it & follow no patter the pulpit.

From a world where ideas were indeed our cure for the ills that befall common men;

To Facebook, & Twitter & Instagram’s “Cheese!” where our soured minds Made SHIT Great…Again!

We spread corrupt data like a fiery disease because of who’s posting instead of the post…reading isn’t efficient with our spans;

That’s exactly what corpos wanted from us/from the jump…working the industrial lines of their data/their plans.

We buy data & time & bandwidth for our connection to freedom of hopefully, possibly, heard voices;

Because the whole world is lonely & when the internet came it gave us a chance to say our names & immortalize our choices.

Nowadays, we spin fool’s gold into pixels laundering our pain into hope, wishes & dreams;

So the whites come out whiter & the colors come out brighter on our screens, our posts & our memes.

The Corpos don’t care about our zodiac sign or what we get from a survey for “Find your Spirit Animal”;

Though, they love that you took it to collate the data & get a fair shot on your rPhone’s great camera.

I’m not preaching at y’all…I’m just telling the truth & callin’ ‘em like I see ‘em;

I’m holding a mirror & what’s there is just there & I’m caught in this churn right there with ya.

The Deccenial Census is taken each day as soon as we start to shake off sleep’s sands;

For what’s the first thing we do about that vexing sound in the morn but reach for that phone with both hands?

The remedy appears to me as an evolution of the soul where we’re open to connect but newly inoculated from corpo confections;

Though that evolution takes a minute or a millennium to occur so I remain a solitudinarian to reduce my risk of further infection.

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