I can't really "do" anything.
I couldn't build a birdhouse to save my life
(Much less fix a faulty planet)
But I could probably break one.
I prefer dabbling in intangibilities
To huddling in a circle with the causeheads
Smoking charity
Because I crave the taste of self esteem.
I do know a few things, though,
I know that when I steep myself in apathy
I still get censored;
And there's always a few who,
If they could,
Would shave my head and wear the hair,
Then flay me.
(I'd make a handsome leather coat, but
Styles change and they'd toss it out sooner or later)
You see,
I don't know if democracy works, but
That's probably just because
I can never manage to vote for the right person.
I do know, though,
That if one hundred and ninety four
Fledgling nations
Were doppelgänging the one hundred ninety fifth
(That one, of course, being the bastion of Freedom
and consumption)
The World would be bled dry.
I know that every creation
Is born of destruction,
And that something rather magnificent
Must have been destroyed
To create this cosmic clusterfuck,
With its boundless capacity for
Good and Evil
Love and Hate
Beauty and Death,
But those are just arbitrary projections anyway.
So try this cockeyed parable on for size,
Fresh from the forge of the wordsmith,
And still glowing with all the fire and glory
Of Creation:
You're rubber and I'm glue.
Fuck what I say; it means nothing to you.
A contest entry
- Wit-torical Hatred by Minstrel Knight.
300 points, ended June 8, 2008, 18 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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DEMOCRACY A BIG SLAP TO ALL THOSE WHO HOPES BETTER THINGS IN THE FUTURE
I WOULD LOVE TO GIVE YOU A REFERENCE TO READ
KHILAFA SYSTEM IN ISLAM
AND HISTORY OF KHILAFA
PLZ READ YOU WILL GET ALOTTTT IN IT
I wish American Government comes to see her own people begging for jobs and money
government spending billions of dollars to destroy other countries
but She doesn't look forward to build and invest in her own land for own people
THANKS FOR ENTERING
IT WAS A SIMPLE BUT MORE EFFECTIVE PIECE OF WORK
NICE ONE
THANKS
YOU SCORED 68 IN MY CONTEST OUT OF 100
BY
THE POET OF HEARTS AND BEAUTIFUL WORDS
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LOL ...
this is hilarious. Congrats on the trophy.
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Thanks!
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Hehehe...yeah...it would suck if all the USA's tried to suck the oild from each others land. I'd almost be willing to say, let's leave them to it. But we're all kind of stuck here for now, aren't we? Enjoyable sardonic and perfectly honest cynicism. Thanks.
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I love the path this poem talks me down. From apathy, to dispair, to apathy (from what I understand), this poem is eloquent and captivating. Love the "cosmic clusterfuck" line. It should soon be appearing in vernacular everywhere.
Perhaps someone as appropriatly disolusioned but well spoken like you should run for office. We might not know anything, but the politicians know even less it seems. -
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You've understood quite perfectly and you flatter me. The problem with politics (aside from the obvious, i.e., I'm nineteen and Canadian) is that you have to sell your soul to get anywhere. The reason there aren't many people raining shit on this farce we call democracy is because they're conveniently silenced if they stand in opposition to the typical American point of view. The only way that a person like me could effect change would be to somehow make young voters care. And we both know that's much easier said than done.
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The state of politics in America is sad and pathetic. Even politicians who have true intentions and have not dropped down to the level of their peers are seen as quacks. I can't allow myself to feel helpless, because then our democracy really will have failed, but frankly I am (also besides the obvious that I still have a year till I can vote). And this is the model we want the world to follow?
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You have a lot to say here and I enjoyed reading you say it. Loads of great expression along the way. BTW, we have a lot in common - I checked out your home page and saw that you are a carnelian hope poet. Well I am too, so I'm going to smoke a cigarette in celebration.
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Wow!
This is a great story poem. It brings the reader right into the poet's mind. You don't want it to end. Excellent. ~Gar
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