i have been told to be weird which
is a very funny thing because i am being commanded (do you get
it do you get it do you get it do you get it) to behave in a
way that is contrary to command but that doesn't
matter because i'm going to tell you whats weird anyway and it
doesn't go no good damn thing to be doing with your goddamn
releasing the weary world SHIT YOU HEAR ME i tell you whats fucking weird
i wake up and take vitamins and shower and get dressed and go to work and get yelled at and make a lousy salary to keep this fucking world afloat for normal people like you
weird it is for me to want to get a job
and get along in life
and be surrounded by completely normal people who have followed the cultural trends of the last 50 years and begun to dissociate cultural vitality with economic vitality as the moral foundations of religion and small-town social structure have given way to only slightly less irrational emotional and impassioned instability and THAT is fucking weird my friend
sit around all day doing EXACTLY what max weber and karl marx and daniel bell predicted would happen and tell me you're weird THEN but its too late because you're already doing it
but you already know that i'm being a bit weird myself as i surrender my intellectual and creative capacity to write what may someday be recognized as a poem for a contest about command about contradiction and yet i don't mind i like getting the chance please give me a chance to
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Written June 8th, 2006
A contest entry
- Weirdify this Weary World by Lonesome Soul.
350 points, ended June 19, 2006, 2 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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what it says on the tin
I asked for weird I got weird. Not that i really anticipated you to take offense at being asked to
