Offensive Truth
Anonymous
capacity exceeded
crown frost adorned
feet crunching through chilly morn
as winter stars scatter
sparkling across every dark surface
it's a lonely walk
lost
deep in thought
passing the waste bins at the curb
all neatly lined up
so tidy in their array
I suddenly think of her
and all the trash she never threw away
clinging to it
because even rotting & used up
she owned it
wearing it
hanging on her
the overwhelming stench of a life in mid-decay
nothing dared
and so...
nothing real ever gained
only the shrunken corpse of all her yesterdays
sunken eyes & leering skull
as she wades hip deep
in the detritus of every wrong claimed
surrounded by her creatures
leeches
barely sated but lovingly fed
gathered close around her engorged flesh
and I still hear her
wailing daily about the pain
and yet...
unwilling to let it go
addicted
junkie phening for her drug
hoarding more than anyone knows
as it amasses
piling higher around her every day
more uglies gathering at her hem
who would ever suspect
none of them ever invaded
she greedily invited them in
something in her needing
draping herself in pity
and those bins sitting silent at the curb
now empty of their cast-off cargo
unburdened
seem so at ease
lids peacefully closed
ice glimmering in the lights on the street
I'd like to introduce them to her
allow them to carry some of the weight
but it's not my call
and she'd never allow it
as every scrap & thought she comes across
is carefully hoarded
her treasure trove of self-loathing
crown frost adorned
feet crunching through chilly morn
as winter stars scatter
sparkling across every dark surface
it's a lonely walk
lost
deep in thought
passing the waste bins at the curb
all neatly lined up
so tidy in their array
I suddenly think of her
and all the trash she never threw away
clinging to it
because even rotting & used up
she owned it
wearing it
hanging on her
the overwhelming stench of a life in mid-decay
nothing dared
and so...
nothing real ever gained
only the shrunken corpse of all her yesterdays
sunken eyes & leering skull
as she wades hip deep
in the detritus of every wrong claimed
surrounded by her creatures
leeches
barely sated but lovingly fed
gathered close around her engorged flesh
and I still hear her
wailing daily about the pain
and yet...
unwilling to let it go
addicted
junkie phening for her drug
hoarding more than anyone knows
as it amasses
piling higher around her every day
more uglies gathering at her hem
who would ever suspect
none of them ever invaded
she greedily invited them in
something in her needing
draping herself in pity
and those bins sitting silent at the curb
now empty of their cast-off cargo
unburdened
seem so at ease
lids peacefully closed
ice glimmering in the lights on the street
I'd like to introduce them to her
allow them to carry some of the weight
but it's not my call
and she'd never allow it
as every scrap & thought she comes across
is carefully hoarded
her treasure trove of self-loathing
Related submission no longer exists.
Golden Parachutes
Should the company merge or even fail,
The CEO gets to walk away with more,
Meanwhile employees are left jobless,
While millions go right out the front door.
There is no sense of social responsibility,
Corporate profit is always the bottom line,
During shady deals they tend to look away,
And when asked they never saw the signs.
But the more fucked up thing about it is,
Some told their employees to invest,
Meanwhile the fuckers sold their stock,
Raking in millions for their “little nest”.
And yet it’s all written in their contract,
What the hell were shareholders thinking?
It’s just another way for some to get richer,
While others try to a save ship that’s sinking.
But when some firms reported quarterly losses,
Some bosses were fired or made to walk the plank,
The reality of it all is once they left the building,
These CEOs laughed all the way to the bank.
The CEO gets to walk away with more,
Meanwhile employees are left jobless,
While millions go right out the front door.
There is no sense of social responsibility,
Corporate profit is always the bottom line,
During shady deals they tend to look away,
And when asked they never saw the signs.
But the more fucked up thing about it is,
Some told their employees to invest,
Meanwhile the fuckers sold their stock,
Raking in millions for their “little nest”.
And yet it’s all written in their contract,
What the hell were shareholders thinking?
It’s just another way for some to get richer,
While others try to a save ship that’s sinking.
But when some firms reported quarterly losses,
Some bosses were fired or made to walk the plank,
The reality of it all is once they left the building,
These CEOs laughed all the way to the bank.
Written by wallyroo92
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
AspergerPoet56, Razzerleaf, Tallen, Sky_dancer, nutbuster, Heaven_sent_Kathy, lepperochan, Andiew, Stoney223, Kinkpoet, snugglebuck, Poetic_Strength, butters, De420, Hepcat61, TIG, monkeyman, wallyroo92, 2ndrook, Lagertha, Kingvirky
Thank you to the following members for voting:
AspergerPoet56, Razzerleaf, Tallen, Sky_dancer, nutbuster, Heaven_sent_Kathy, lepperochan, Andiew, Stoney223, Kinkpoet, snugglebuck, Poetic_Strength, butters, De420, Hepcat61, TIG, monkeyman, wallyroo92, 2ndrook, Lagertha, Kingvirky
I am so very honored.
I’ve been under the weather lately so whoa, I never saw this coming.
With so many poems that were entered, I wish to thank everyone who voted. And to our host runaway-mindtrain, a fine poet in his own write, thank you J for the relevant opportunity.
Does anyone have some chicken broth?
with respect
Jadey🐾
I’ve been under the weather lately so whoa, I never saw this coming.
With so many poems that were entered, I wish to thank everyone who voted. And to our host runaway-mindtrain, a fine poet in his own write, thank you J for the relevant opportunity.
Does anyone have some chicken broth?
with respect
Jadey🐾
