Another day in plastic paradise,
Prowling my concrete jungle alone.
Squinting as the sun hits my eyes,
It's been hours; but I'm still not home.
Taste of dust in my mouth, on my lips,
Swallowing the scent of oil and grime.
My belt slung low across my hips,
Better not forget--this world is mine.
Boots crunch on loose pavement,
Sweat and leather mingled in the heat.
You live a 9 to 5 enslavement;
I'll take my chances here on the street.
Choking down another shot of gin,
It burns its way down my throat.
Have a mock bow and a crooked grin;
Face it--we're all in the same boat.
The only difference is how we handle it,
The things we do, words we shape.
Self-righteous career men throwing a fit.
Did you expect a parade, or ticker tape?
For spending your life in a cell?
No thanks, mate. I've got room to move.
Yea, there are days when life is hell,
But no one said you had to approve.
A contest entry
- Invite Only - My Favorite Rhymers by Frodofan.
600 points, ended January 31, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Another day in plastic paradise,
Prowling my concrete jungle alone."
"My belt slung low across my hips,
Better not forget--this world is mine."
Those were my favourite parts but the poem was awesome overall as always. It really paints a picture of the vagabond lifestyle, and I like the carefree don't-give-a-crap attitude of it haha. It's a nice change from the usual poetry I see you write. Great imagery, and congrats on the bronze!
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This is a very good look at life from the other side of the coin. Most people assume because we are in steady employment, have a house, car, kids and all the trappings that life must somehow be so grand. I guess there are many who do not want or relish that kind of lifestyle whether they are youngsters finding their adult feet or the more mature who chose to live more freely.
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Thank you ...though I love my son dearly and wouldn't trade him for all the world, there are rare moments that I miss the freedom to pick up and walk away.
Just put on my boots and leave. There's much to be said for a carefree life, hey? But I'll keep what I have, God willing.
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Is this one you. Sounds like you by what you've wrote. I do like your style in life and in writing.
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In a sense...during that weird limbo between high school graduation and finding where you belong.
Spent more time defending my choices than actually doing anything. The freedom was awesome, but responsibility shot that down once my son came along, lol.
No regrets. Thanks for the comment.
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Love it!
This does such an terrific job of capturing the proud spirit of the wanderer. The frank, boldfaced feel of the narrator is both charming and intimidating. So many of the visuals you present capture the image of the man. My only serious crit is that the background looks like it belongs in a haloween piece or something!
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I don't think I ever read a poem from you before. It is a good poem. I like it. I like it most of all because your emptions and feelings are loud and clear.
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Good message. I may be getting a 9-5 job. Waiting for the call. I'm a little nervous...
Glad you could enter. This one is really interesting.
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