Culture the Culprit

As I look at dis-ease,

I often see,  individuation

Betrayed, and the

Bodies that pay.

 

Be proper. Do right.

No matter one's need.

Our group, our culture,

Must proceed.

 

And the Lemmings

They march to the sea.

And the Lemmings

They march to the sea.

 

Guilt is the culprit's trick.

The cut, of which, will draw

No blood today.

It works on you and me

By speeding up our entropy.

 

And we the lemmings

March to the sea,

Unable to  be free,

Except by invoking the theory,

Of relativity.

 

       Yours truly