Rant 2
In the past I would
Have known who you are
Now, your aspirations have caught up
With you and you are
What you wanted
An iron-pressed, glossed image
Of high success, a 30 something
With wreaths of flowers around your neck
And career achievements
You extol
With humorless pride
A leech filled to bursting
With preoccupied self love
Oh how
You will bleed
And
Fall
Have known who you are
Now, your aspirations have caught up
With you and you are
What you wanted
An iron-pressed, glossed image
Of high success, a 30 something
With wreaths of flowers around your neck
And career achievements
You extol
With humorless pride
A leech filled to bursting
With preoccupied self love
Oh how
You will bleed
And
Fall
posted by Medusa aka expiringpoet at 12:50 AM
2 Comments:
Not bad for a rant. I like the leech metaphor. :)
tks liz. there's a lot to be said for negative emotions acting as impetus to make a person write. Although the minus side is that the negative emotions wreak havoc on the workings of the brain at the same time too and so the poems almost always suffer horribly. Ok lah, only mine does..haha.
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