autopilot

the road paves the way

you have no say

taken by a force outside yourself

and wrung like a mannequin

your are manoeuvred

into position

do this be that

the good son

the kind and understanding one

shake the hand

kiss the arse

puckered and hard

and smile - always smile

that vapid symptom of acceptability

sugar-coated in inevitability

while you glide on

someone else steering your wheel

a missile in a massive universe

guided by autopilot

© shaun patrick green 2011