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My Culture

 

To go outside
To stay indoors
To laze around
Or clean the floors
To wear my shoes
To wear my socks
Which sport to play
Which door to knock…
Too much freedom
The dilemma of choices
I can’t decide
I think I’ll hide
Until freedom is gone
Then maybe I’ll be free.
Or maybe not.
I can’t decide.
I think I’ll hide.
Or maybe not.

 

 

To stay in school
To drop out and work
To go to college
To cop out and be a jerk
Which job to get
Where to start looking
To drift around
Go fast, or slow down
Which car to drive
What drink to drink
Which food to eat
What fork to use
Which place to sit
What thoughts to think
For one who cannot choose
I’m sure surrounded by a lot of choices.


 

How much money to make
How many problems to have
Turn right or left
Go forward or back
Which book to read
Which word to write
What hair to have
What's wrong and right
Freedom all around
Yet I’m so uptight.


 

Which date to date
What clothes to wear
Which brand to buy
What place to live
Which person to be
What font to use
What movie to see
Which color to choose
I have some money
And everyone wants to take it from me.


 

I’m a frozen custard pie
Of indecision
With a bag over my head
Two holes cut out
Watching life go by
Because I can't decide.
Don't save me.
I'm at my best here!

Author notes

My psychosis? Normal everyday life? My social ill?
My culture.
Written February 4th, 2005

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  • Balldinger silver member
    November 22, 2005
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    The vulture in our culture...

    T-t-t-talkin' 'bout my generation? Where have I heard it all before? Or did I? A precise accumulation of all...
    ...that could be? I didn't notice anything in regards to greasy pans, or bars of soap. It wouldn't be the first time I overlooked what is right before my eyes. Excellent piece!


  • JazzALTernative silver member
    April 1, 2005
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    The decisions are boundless. The so earth-shattering juxtaposed with the most minute, often unconscious decisions really drives the point home: How the poet's non-direction has made decision making almost a thing in itself - regardless of goals. I kept reading, gobling up the likable lines. Loved the custard pie analogy. The little after-thought at the end of each stanza created a nice rhythm.


  • wbiro gold member
    February 4, 2005
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    Hoooooly mooooooly! I saw you view this and I didn't see a comment right away- I told myself 'this really isn't what he's looking for, let me try again...' so I came up with "Poetic Poop"... thanks for the rollypollies...
    Edited on Feb 04, 5:51 p.m. because ''.

  • Gleto Orica
    February 4, 2005
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    FantabulousCultureDescribed!!!

    Man, you've nailed every person's inside struggle, and depicted the world's ever pervaiding facades to choose from...this had a beat to it, that sent me all the way down to my past recollections of a world I wanted to hate, and didn't understand...only knew all too better, and found myself feeling stuck, only 'till I saw that they can't make me who I am...I am who I am...anyways...Powerful your words stream out...a strong voice you have to tell of the angst we face to dwell in this society of the perfect styles, and ever changing latest fads...not to mention all the pressures from school, and peers, or parents, and even media...actually there's a Pink Floyd essence about this...'all that you touch, all that you see, is all that your Life will ever be'...you've put me into your world, and it's one many can relate to, believe it or not...I'm not sure if the last line is possitive, or not...but...I like it's strength, and the overall effect of this poem...your form is your questions beating into your statements of this is me, wondering why you're all the way you are, and expecting me to conform...saying, I'm not you, and I won't be like you, and I'm just going to stay wondering...I think it's more like you're shaking your head at everyone for being so molded...you have quite the way friend...feed the monkeys...feed 'em 'till they're phat an' plumpie...thank you for entering my contest...take care...good luck...God Bless...
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    ~Glet rica/C. L. Brandon K.~
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