Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.
Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.
Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.
Learning what I could before I was given my parole.
And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.
Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.
Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.
Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?
Punish the oppressed
Obliterate all knowledge of their humanity
We can blame them for the problems they have
Even if we were the ones who perpetuated them
Really it as simple of an abuse as that
Legions of words were peppered among the many shelves
It left the heady scent of knowledge permeating the air
Bracing herself, she picked up the first tome she saw
Reading the contents left her hungry for more
And so she consumed another, and then another. She kept going
Ravaging the stacks, never feeling sated
Yet the feast did not disappoint
Diplomas carry so much weight for mere pieces of paper
Everything that goes into them distilled into a few words
Giving the holder the opportunity to advertise themselves
Revealing their skills and knowledge
Experiences woven into the very fibers
Education immortalized in the transient
Put everything into your suitcase known as life
And don’t leave anything behind. Cram it inside.
Can’t take it with you? Sure you can.
Knowledge and experiences are the best luggage ever.
The breadth of her knowledge was tremendous, but
How could she not know something as simple and basic as this?
I approached her, my evidence in hand
Capturing her attention, I began to lay out my arguments
Kept at it even when I realized maybe I had done something stupid
Wise women and men sit on mountain tops letting knowledge roll down hills
Accumulating in dry valleys dearth of sustenance, it irrigates new thoughts
Taking seed, many new thoughts and ideas germinate and grow into movements
Causing a resource struggle, killing off many, their husks choking off the life giving flow
Heaven help me as I see it happen again on my way up the hill with my bucket