Suck it Up

Suck it up —
you aren’t anointed.
You shit like anyone else.
More, probably,
you eat so much that’s bad for you —

fuck indiscriminately
(though you won’t admit it)
or base your choice in partners
on the same chemicals
the rest do —

not so hot on the evolution of thought —
you buy the same ideas
your friends bought —

and oh how pretty
your conceits and paradigms
look in the reflected light
from others’ eyes —

Suck it up, all of it,
all you bother with
is as much insult as exaltation —

and the roses
know more than you
and smell better too —

I think I see a prejudice
peeking out, a bias or two
set up to support the lifestyle —

you’re just a
whatever you are
and you measure up about the same
as the rest of them —

I can’t tell you apart
and I’m the same
so this ain’t sour grapes
as much as it is a loving
awareness that feels
like someone took a sledgehammer
to my shell —

all of us do the same damn dances
and there’s not a damn thing
a damn one of us could do
to change a damn step —

granted,

once in a while there’s a genius
who stumbles well
but you won’t know it
till the genius gets copied
and then we name the stumble
as new dance —

and watch us do that same damn dance —

Suck it up,
you obvious,
you clown crown of clones —

admit it:
nothing new here —

because it’s easier that way