A design most horrid
Why
Do we want the
ones
Who do not want us?
The person you
once shared the most intimate moments with
Now wants to see
you suffer
Beyond all else.
Why is that good
deeds go punished
like the whistle-blower
Left exposed
Hung out and
shattered
Stripped of opportunity.
Stripped of opportunity.
Why do we become
stressed out?
When we need
More than
anything
To remain calm.
Why do we
continue to punish our bodies?
When we know the
harm it brings.
Some bodies
arrive with malfunctions
Perfectly
coherent minds
Trapped within
Hellish frames.
Why are the ugly
beautiful
And the
beautiful so ugly?
Why are we rarely
Truly happy
When, for the most part
It’s all we seek?
It’s all we seek?
Why does a child get cancer
And babies born with heart conditions?
And babies born with heart conditions?
When assholes
linger like a rampant fungus
And thrive just as prominently.
And thrive just as prominently.
‘I’m slipping
down
But there’s
nowhere to go’
Something many
of us can relate to
Yet why is it
That when we are
dispirited
People stay away?
As though they
could catch
What we have.
They only want
you when
You’re on top of
the world
Or possess something
That they want.
We need a thorough
overhaul
An evolutionary
upgrade
100,000 years
should see us right.
I wonder if
we’ll make it.
They're everywhere I know, but I would love to hear an asshole story from you. Especially if the asshole got his or her comeuppance.
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They're everywhere I know, but I would love to hear an asshole story from you. Especially if the asshole got his or her comeuppance.
More Poetry Here.
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A colleague was being belligerent and after several days of insisting she was right and I was wrong, my boss told her off for behaving inappropriately and that I was right and she was wrong.
ReplyDeleteSome people just ask for it. Don't they?
I am really feeling this poem right now Anthony.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the author of the poem had my last week. I actually ended up trying my hand at poetry last week - yep, I was that depressed - and I was on my way to writing something similar. Really felt like giving up. It still wouldn't take much for me to fulfill that thought. Just as well I had a deadline to meet, and a person was very helpful in helping me meet it. Why do we continue to punish our bodies? When we know the harm it brings. Really rings home at the moment. I do know though why I am rarely truly happy, because I know too much. Ignorance is bliss. Why are the beautiful so ugly? Because they have not endured the struggle. And in answer to your ending question: will we make it? I doubt it very much. Anyway, your poem spoke to me. I don't know whether to feel happy or miserable that someone else appears to be in the same space.
ReplyDeletea great poem brother , very close to the heart. people gotta rise above their insecurities & imperfections . Arsesoles are aplenty that's why we are building more prisons. people are so different & that's why there will always be indifference & arseholes. gingerpappy
ReplyDeleteI think you covered all of the relevant questions, in a beautiful manner too.
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping to have an asshole-who-got-their-comeuppance story for you fairly soon, my friend.
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xoRobyn