The Elite

[Truth Alexander]

You feed your lies
To me and those around you
The others, are weak and frail
And you and your lies
Melt them down from within
You try and give me
Your assortment of crippling offerings
Hoping it will be my decisive end
Thinking I'm just like the other machines
Those same assortments of crippling offerings
That warp and paralyze those fragile machines
Makes me sweat knifes
To cut through your bullshit
It makes me rain viruses
To short out and fry your synapses
I am the wrecking ball
That demolishes your inner metropolis
That you call an ego
Those lies you feed the other machines
MAKES ME STRONGER
For I am not like the other machines
I am of a different breed
But not by choice
But by events and decisions of others
For I am one of the elite
I take your generosity
And see it for what it is
Human waste
I use it to my advantage
And bring down
You,
The System,
And
The Establishment
For I am unlike the others
I am the Truth
And I am your ending

[parch]

very strong...solid poem...the only thing i didn't like was the reference to the establishment when the poem seemed to be about one person earlier. ...you use your words well. "i take your generosity.....-human waste"---good. liked the comparrison to machines....the only improvement i can think of now would to make the poem less predictable...because its obvious from the beginning that you will destroy the poem's opposition...which is ok..but its just my the only suggestion i could think of.

___---parch

ha---did what i wrote make sense...ah..no use in readin it now...its all dripped through these dreadful wires already, where is god, where is she