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Your Text: Insert Slimies » Insert UBB Code » Close Last Tag \| All Tags UBB Help	I do hope this isn't considered a waste of space within the hallowed walls of this haven of creativity... I was going to send Bugimus a poem I wrote a long time ago (just how long, I only now realise with no small amount of horror) in relation to the subject of hypocrisy. It was only when I went to look for it that I remembered that my local copy was one of many casualties to a dead hard drive a few months ago. While I know I have a hard-copy buried away somewhere, I was simply too lazy to be bothered fishing around in the darker recesses of my bedroom for it. Today, I suddenly recalled that I'd uploaded all of my old poems to my MSN storage around the time I first returned from my four-year adventure in Ireland. I almost expected to find them gone, as it has been several years since I last logged in - fortunately, they were not. I thought I might take the liberty of posting this under Philosilly, as it reflects a time when I waxed philosophical on all aspects of the world and society I found myself troubled by during a turbulent time in my life. Of course, with time comes apathy and a general lack of interest in many of the things that I lost sleep over in those times of teen angst and passion. I usually refrain from explaining a poem before a reading, but I will say this: this poem may not have anything to do with what you may, at first, perceive. There is an intentional humour, and certainly a deliberate irony. I admit that some of the lines are somewhat contrived, but like most of my poems, it remains in much the same form as the hour in which I first composed it - I rarely make more than a minor adjustment once it's down on paper. I welcome any comments on the poem, even if it's just to say that you think it's rubbish. Of course, even if you really, [i]really[/i] like it, I'd kindly ask that you refrain from sharing/distributing it elsewhere (at least, not without asking me first). ____ [small][b] INDISCRETION OF THE HYPOCRITE[/b] I Oh, what a world indeed So vast, so fast, so choked with trash, Where men may die for another's greed Or take a life to make some cash! Where human veins run coarse and thick As dying rivers, with man-made shit, Pumped in for joy, or to heal the sick (but we all are sick, dead where we sit). Bodies bloated with unnatural obesity Or starved near death for false ideals- Force-fed at every opportunity The crap in our heads, as well as our meals! Choking on carcinogens in the very air Blaming the stench on industry- While smoking we moan, but we put it there! The culprit I fear is complacency. Headlines gorge our need to hate Another's crimes, mistakes, or immorality, And who would dare to hesitate Long enough to see themselves in reality? The truth you know, is not out there It's here inside your guts and mind, Reason and blame enough to tear And shred you limb-from-limb, fore-from-hind! II Wake-up and smell the coffee, man You're still so young in relativity, And though you may run as hard as you can The race is a pointless activity- We lost it when first we turned the wheel Then employed another to turn some more, So sealing with that fateful deal The class divide 'tween king and whore. And with a spark from that first fire We endeavoured to sell our very souls, For we've still yet to learn to tire Of burning-out a thousand bloody holes, Right through us and our history- Which led to bullets, bombs, and guns, Wars for power, land, and glory, And the birth of countless evil 'huns'. Every one of which was in the wrong, A convenient object of hate and fear- An enmoralled tale or bawdy song To help us be good, and see it clear So we can be, in knowing this, Better, cleaner, more educated, And proud of not being proud, or prejudiced, We just hate those who hate, or those afflicted With standards or morals besides our own Or don't subscribe to our laws, or our god Or stray beyond the 'normal' zone- Ugly, evil, [i]or just plain odd[/i]... III Your daughter's a junkie Your son's got a knife You're a drunk, low-paid flunkey Who batters his wife- But hell, look outside It's a disease-ridden world And you can't really hide For it still takes a hold. Let's all blame eachother, Why not? Go ahead! If we're all born to suffer, [i]We're already dead[/i]...[/small] [small](Edited by [url=http://www.ozoneasylum.com/user/4663]White Hawk[/url] on 01-24-2008 14:35)[/small] Loading...
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