Thoughts cannot be spoon fed
But its close kin, hatred can
And like morbid obesity seen
Coming from over eating done
There comes a condition lethal
Bonded to evil, morbid stupidity
That routs the good and bad
And defeats possible intellect
Like tainted water oozing up
Overtaking slowly but surely
Forming pools of stagnate belief
That soon become oceans putrid
Treasures that are discovered
Are not forced with prejudice
And true beliefs cling dear
That are found through self
The mind retains, relates long
A body follows and maintains
Men have learned to be spoon fed
Rarifying common sense unclear
That intuition feeds by instinct
Its cluttered corridors of the soul
A repository of experiences kept
That serve to find a direction
On a path of unknown destination
Disorienting the unspohisticated
Those living and learning life