Swimming the stream of social stigmas
trout of oblivious instincts,
easily lured by promise's flies,
they float casually upon daily currents.
Prescription snares for pedestrian fins,
carefully crafted to seduce and snare,
mind thinks feasts, mouth lusts treat,
swallowing the lies, that turn meal into prison.
Gutted in candidate angler's poling place
trust's insides declared cleaned by legislative fish market.
Author notes
1. I don’t know why I swallowed such fly
A contest entry
- PIF Prompt Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
700 points, ended July 27, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh wow...what a great poem....such is society indeed...so many reeled in....
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There is not a prompt out there you can't master bro! Great job on this!!
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