Hoi Polloi

Hoi Polloi

We mash as masses do, hither to, and hither fro,

blind as those three mice,

and sometimes happy as we make the the days through.

Pulling past morrows, before yesterday is cold

and today is done.

We live, fearing the dark and all that’s not in it,

we read what’s printed and obey what we’re told.

A cat in the street, makes its way between gutters,

no food, no home, no fear.

As we whine,

warmed by television’s light, waiting for orders,

biddable piles of flesh.

We pasture in schools, soaking indoctrination,

divided by the politicos, guzzling their dredge,

wishing them to make a change in us.

We spew against each other,

and what an un-wonderful thing that is.

When you factor in the fact,

we think we are only the mindless masses.

GJH 10 

hoi polloi |ˈhoi pəˌloi|plural noun (usu. the hoi polloi) derogatorythe masses; the common people : avoid mixing with the hoi polloi.