Dyssemic Society

Some may say and often wonder

why, Our OUR Society is going the wrong way today.

Do we say what we mean?

Do we mean what we say?

We have so much more,

Cell phones, cars, computers, cards for the atm.

We have more things to give,

But cannot seem to live.

As a child,

I was seldom idle.

This did cause few to glimpse me with guile,

Yet, this never seemed to stop me from running miles.

Blessed to have my parents,

For they knew children’s rants,

Perfect they were not,

A safe bet for me, I am thankful for what I got.

Society says be yourself,

But you must do it this way.

Speak your mind,

But always be kind.

Everyone is not the same,

We must accept them.

But, we will put them,

In this special pen to meet their needs.

Be innovative.

Be motivated.

No boat rocking.

No socking it to um.

Tind one thing to focus on,

And do it good.

No, not that focused.

You have to just right and give others a break.

You need to be right,

Search for the truth to get along.

Then it is wrong,

To be right and have to play get along.

Does anyone see the complexity,

Of this ridiculousness?

In the process of teaching one that is inflexible,

To be flexible by being inflexible?

Is communication being imprecise,

The responsibility of most society?

The person or child that really does see all?

Or the society that says this is not right or cannot comprehend what the other sees?

Society says a child or person can’t,

This person or child knows can.

Seems that Society

Has a Dyssemic Condition to me.

Now imagine,

One that doesn’t know,

The how or why,

Behind his or her eye in the mind.

Then one day Society,

Says no this is the way.

Society’s Dyssemic Condition,

Often leads some to personal destruction and then blame it on personal dysfunction