middle class monotony

something about insanity
sets my spirit free
shovels away expectations,
sparks my curiosity.

the humdrum knife of routine,
silently stabs at the soul,
with Nazi-like consistency,
to-do lists, grocery trips, dirty laundry.

middle class wares,
TV stares and commercial flares,
a plague upon America,
creeping into homes,
dulling the senses,
putting price tags on love,
limits on affections,
medicating pain into apathy,
and eroding true pleasure.
hacking at desires,
twisting them into afflictions
to be cured, stuffed in a drawer
or indulged in an orgy.

but when the mind sheds the skin
of social norms,
suddenly the truth,
love and creativity,
saunter out to play.
carnal desires tumble forth,
scattered with spirits,
garnished with pure joy,
mixed with anger,
sprinkled with sadness, 
dotted with ecstacy,
leaking out loneliness.

a potent concoction,
crumbled by prozac,
disapproving stares,
and manufactured desires,
sucking souls into "normalacy."