Poetry December 17, 2012
I want to start with a poem that came about NOT from the horrible school shooting last Friday but from the response on the TV by "experts" and by my friends on Facebook. Don't know if it really has a point... more like just a reaction to all the noise.
Not Me
Waking up,
drinking coffee, a few hits of nicotine gum...
my world is so
simple. Not like that "other" world, the one
just down the
stairs, outside my apartment. It hasn't yet
figured out how
simple this thing called living can be.
Poor old world
outside my door... I'd invite you in for coffee,
nicotine gum and
a pleasant chat... but I've only one cup and
my nicotine
gum... well, I won’t give that up to strangers. No,
you’d have to
pry my Polacrilex from my cold, dead hands!
Besides, you've
been known to make a fuss on the carpets
of those who
invite you in... AND... you never apologize or
even offer to
clean your mess up! I'm afraid you'll have stay...
out there... somewhere past the sidewalks where the wild
flowers grow,
where the rest of this untidy world goes
to complain
about its plight, about the price of taxes and rice
and the
horrors of living in a country where freedom of thought
is held
higher than the freedom of life. Where the young die
young, and
the old die slow, and the shadow of the graves
you’ve dug
for yourselves grows darker than the night that
soon will
come and devour what little light still shines
for this fine
but often confused Earth. But be of good cheer!
Don’t dismay The
New Year is almost here, it’s on its way!
Maybe we’ll
make it till then... and then... then what?
rrw
12-17-12
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