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Puerile

Warrior, worrier,
Car backfiring wakes you
You see flashes, Willy Pete
You forget you have no legs anymore
And fall from bed spitting Asian curses

Wanderer, wonderer,
Radically, you traverse spherical seas
You lose Eastern goods, but find virgin countries
For motherlands to rape and pollute

Everywhere the lingering film,
The stench, the cookie-cutter assemblies
Prestidigitations cloud the herd hive mind
Ungrounded insinuations fuel blind wrath
And we the sheep will faithfully dance planned dances

The charioteer insists that nothing is wrong
And we can take his arms when his hands are cold
While children suffer crossfire, or direct intent

These deluded masses, these poor, naïve throngs,
Whose only inconvenience is not getting four bars on their phones,
Or that they have to sit in clogged freeways,--
And who named them freeways?

Mysteries no longer mystify,
Interests are no longer interesting,
And interesting things no longer interest us

What sad beguiled peoples
Who shuffle through rote existences,
How bland the experience, how futile this life.

Author notes

I'll admit: the first two stanzas were just to suck you in to read the ranting that follows them.

Thanks!

- El Gio
Written September 24th, 2003

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  • Manicmuze
    September 26, 2003
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    You have a lot to say here... very powerful rant.

    I especially love these lines;

    "You forget you have no legs anymore
    And fall from bed spitting Asian curses"

    and...

    "And we can take his arms when his hands are cold" that's just brilliant :-)

    I think Illinois should have the best roads in the world to drive on with the tolls around chicago... i'd like to know what they're doing with .40 cents per car times millions of cars per day... they sure aren't fixing the roads.

    Great piece on society and i think your last line pretty much sums it up. Enjoyed reading,
    ~ Wendy


  • sidewinder silver member
    September 25, 2003
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    you've touched in wisdom


    as we hear a rant yelled into oblivion....
    yet there is a question....
    are we better off without technology
    and the money that corrupts?


    Interesting perceptions here!
    Did enjoy!
    Keep penning on!
    Bill


  • Blondita
    September 24, 2003
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    Fantastic write Automatic...the arrogant superpower vs
    anyone who dares oppose them.......and always with the best
    intentions of course...crude oil and such...

    Enjoyed muchos

    ~ sonia ~


  • September 24, 2003
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    You have a very grand way with words. I feel your opinion needed to be heard though. Very profound , thought and emotion provoking as all good poetry should be. Makes one take a step back and look in the mirror.


  • FloridaFemme
    September 24, 2003
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    A worthy indictment on America and its twisted impotent role on the global stage? Well what the hell do we expect when the country is run by petroindustrial lackies and ex baseball franchise owners. Cold beer with theose peanuts anyone?

    A grand write.

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