poem of the day September 4

How to be general

of your own being

Commander of 

your own soul

is a trick or treat

found fighting inside

the world of desire

In the skin of vanity

I see the blob of masses

drawn toward addiction

like screens of screaming

loud yellow zombies 

alive with someone's

something's essence

To be you, to not be you

that is the riddle one needs

to solve to avoid the trap of deception