Make Foolish People Do

-Make Foolish People Do-
by Keaton Foster



Lemmings
Bipedal aberrations
Continuously
Standing upon the edge
Wondering “what if?”
Razor thin
Are their choices
Not so quick
Do they decide
Patience is their one
And only godsend
Often
More than most
They refuse to act
They do nothing
Standing fools
Playing another’s game
Who’s exactly
Maybe that’s unclear
Then again
Maybe it’s not
Duplicitous sacks
Filled with rocks
Thick to the core
Bothersome galore
Make foolish people do
Looking down
Acting like clowns
Always joking around
Confessing authenticities
And wildly held atrocities
What they have done
What they have become
Unbearable to some
Unsustainable to them
No one hears them
Except for themselves
Weird
But dare I say true
I can see them in view
I can spot their mistakes
Nothing do I dare waste
Each vision is a gift
Each perception
Partial redemption
All going towards something
Far more complete
Something for certain meant
I flush out the details
I spell out each crucial bit
Of all that makes them tick
Make foolish people do
What
Whatever it is that I wish
They fall for my fabrications
They believe in everything
And that nothing should be wasted
Immortally moronic malfeasants
Fighting the rules as stated
All while living under my thumb
All while looking
Down the barrel of a gun
Make foolish people do
What I say
What I convey
Without even knowing me
Half-baked is their logic
Fully cooked are their minds
I would push them
If I was ever so inclined
But I want them to live
Such lemmings
Serve a unique purpose
An important step
In understanding
If they are not there to listen
There to without question
Then who will
Who will hear what I say
And read what I won’t
The code must be broken
The madness must be a token
A weight holding them true
Freeing them from their doom
Over the edge
They otherwise might go
Not by brute force
But by sheer will alone
The questions they ponder
Are the same ones
That I fight to answer
Symbiotic is this existence
Transcending all that is
And all that has yet to come
Make foolish people do
What I wish
What I so willingly desire
They may be at the edge
Standing in groups exceeding ten
But they are not ready to leap
They are not ready to know
What it is
That is way down there
In the deepening darkness
In the swirling emptiness
So impossibly far below
Make foolish people do…




Make Foolish People Do
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.