[Poem] The Painful Truth of the Desert Red

by Emmit Other

Derpy the Empath had suffered a lot from Snakes

She had followed one after the other

Feeling their deep truths

And she had been a sucker for them each and every time

Thus it was by pain,

Not choice that she embraced truth

Questioning her choices to make sure

That she wasnt dancing to the tune

Of another satanic piper

First there was reading

Libraries worth

Philosophers and Poets

Playwrites and Kings

All opened their secrets to her

And then she found the cause most just

She bled for it

Only to find that her fellow empaths turned on her

Weaponized by a Snake rising through the ranks

Cynical and scarred she fled

And wandered the Earth in a sailing ship

Enjoying the quiet things of life

Decades passed

And she helped from time to time

She was an empath

It was her curse and blessing to feel the pain of others

And she helped them

Even though now she knew

People were glorified Pachinko machines

Respondents to stimulus of culture and need and want

Easy prey for manipulation by snakes

Until she came to a desert port

And heard of a scholar

Who knew Deep Truth

Some said he was a prophet

So she bought a camel

And into the desert she went

And got lost

And lost and lost again

But eventually found a cave

With a solar roof

And a TV and a lifetime supply of DVDs

And he was watching cartoons

Skeptical

She approached the Prophet

And asked

"Are you the Scholar of Truth?"

"Some so say." He replied.

"And what is Deep Truth."

He remained silent.

He watched his show.

She was cautious but waited.

Eventually, he pointed to a mirror.

She went to it

And looked deep into herself

Was a reflection of truth

What she hoped to find?

Two days and two nights

She watched the mirror

And learned much

Thinking in desert silence

While the scholar

Watched a Doctor Who Marathon

Finally, in a starlit night she smiled,

"Thank you scholar, for teaching me."

"I havent taught you shit."

"What?" She was confused.

"I just wanted to see

If you were willing to learn.

The first truth about truth

Is that unless people learn it themselves

Earn it themselves

They will never take valuable truths given them

People are 

Motherfucking Stupid

Dont try to change them

Or pretend something else"

She pondered this, 

And listened but nodded.

"Thats it."

"WHAT?" she was angry.

"Good.  You should be angry."

"At...what?"

He waited

And she thought about it

The world was full of evil

Snakes on Snakes

Snakes on Sheep

Sheep turning against the very protectors

Who tried to warn them

Why would anyone

Give a fuck?

Warriors arent Empaths

They can protect

But when Sheep turn to cancer

Fuck that

Fuck the sheep

Dont waste your time

Move on.

And watch some television.