Hypocrite by Glen Still

I am not a silent poet

Teach me how to desire
Fabulously acquire
Gold
Silver
Whatever mineral moneymakers
Are chasing
Collecting
Teach me how to lie
Gracefully

Mold my mind
Shape it like putty
Make me a slave
Until I cloud reason
With myth and fabrication
Teach me how to recite
Like a clone
Like a robot
Design my mode of life
Make me just like you

Without an original thought

Pour my substance
Into a coma
Drink it while your black magic
Envelopes me
Send me to the eclipse
Of heaven

Lie to me
Educate
Me
Into the imperfect delusion

Instruct me
How to become the best hypocrite
Steal my charisma
Inject it into your veins

Make me in your image
Helplessly sick
In need of a doctor
Who will pill me to death
Tell me x is z
Lie to my face
Until I crave it
Comfort me with a false diagnosis

Teach me…

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