Amnesiac

We become such a caricature of our former selves
When we are so detached from reality
Still sober as a judge, even twice as corrupt
But we lose our innocence
And misplace our conscience
A slow transition into oblivion
Where we conform to society
And lose our identity
Walk straight off the factory line with
Our labels intact…do not hand wash
Now identical entities,
Spitting images of each other
Just for a moment forgetting
Our weaknesses, wickedness and ineptitude
Temporary amnesia,
I’ll get back to you in a minute…