My mind is clogged

My mind is clogged

With a complexity

Of disagreeable ideology

If the word is love

And blessed are the peacemakers

What is success?

Why is the pursuit of money

A measure

Rather than happiness.

Is contentedness

A worthy goal?

Am I a joke

Are you

Trying to live a good life

Whatever it means

When the messages

We get are mixed.

Love thy neighbour

But not too much

And blame them pretty quickly

For ruining the neighbourhood

If it fits a narrative.

I am blameless,

All of my friends

Are quick to report

That they are blameless, too.

The world is a colourful place

But it is full of strangers

With ugly faces

Trying to pull us down

Knock us off our perch

Eat our babies.

I will sequester myself

It is the only way

To remain pure of heart

Locked away

Free from the venality

Of a wider world

With its belief in tolerance

And inclusion.

A clever illusion

A disguise

A distraction to hide

Their true colours.

Nobody wants me to survive

Everybody wants a piece of my pie

Nobody bakes one like mine.

It is a common thread

Running through my head

Every day is the same

I am wholly innocent

Everyone else is to blame.

It wasn’t me

It is never me

It was him/her/they/them

It is never

Ever me

Write it down

I will give you names.