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Equals
What is good poetry?
Is it all equal?
I’d like to believe so
So why does the voice
At my very core cry,
“Bullshit!
Have you seen some of this
Schlock?”
Tired tropes like
A wilted flower
In a Thomas Kinkade
Painting cottages
Of peaceful tranquility
On a starry night
In the rain
Under the moon
Or the sun
Girdled by the ocean…
I haven’t even scratched the surface
I think I’m going to be sick
Mass produced mediocrity
Lauded laurels lifting
The spirits of children
In the guise of wo/man
Everyone gets a trophy!
No one left behind
See, even I’m not immune
Idioms!
When will we wake up
To read the Ecclesiastic words
“Nothing is new under the sun”
No satisfaction
It’s all been the done before
This is not original
I am not original
You are not original
Your work is not original
So maybe we are equals
In so much as we are no one
If you wish to feast on fame
You will starve
Because no one
Is reading your work
Oh, their eyes scan the page
But nothing registers
No impact made
So why do we do it?
ANSWER ME!!!!
I dare you
Tell me I’m wrong
Or agree
It doesn’t matter
Because the truth is
You have no more idea
Than I do
Maybe you’re well versed
Maybe you’re on in years
Maybe you have a degree
You’ve seen things
Heard things
Felt things
Tasted things
Smelt things
Peal back the five senses
And what are you left with?
“We are all equal in God’s eyes”
11/13/18
Is it all equal?
I’d like to believe so
So why does the voice
At my very core cry,
“Bullshit!
Have you seen some of this
Schlock?”
Tired tropes like
A wilted flower
In a Thomas Kinkade
Painting cottages
Of peaceful tranquility
On a starry night
In the rain
Under the moon
Or the sun
Girdled by the ocean…
I haven’t even scratched the surface
I think I’m going to be sick
Mass produced mediocrity
Lauded laurels lifting
The spirits of children
In the guise of wo/man
Everyone gets a trophy!
No one left behind
See, even I’m not immune
Idioms!
When will we wake up
To read the Ecclesiastic words
“Nothing is new under the sun”
No satisfaction
It’s all been the done before
This is not original
I am not original
You are not original
Your work is not original
So maybe we are equals
In so much as we are no one
If you wish to feast on fame
You will starve
Because no one
Is reading your work
Oh, their eyes scan the page
But nothing registers
No impact made
So why do we do it?
ANSWER ME!!!!
I dare you
Tell me I’m wrong
Or agree
It doesn’t matter
Because the truth is
You have no more idea
Than I do
Maybe you’re well versed
Maybe you’re on in years
Maybe you have a degree
You’ve seen things
Heard things
Felt things
Tasted things
Smelt things
Peal back the five senses
And what are you left with?
“We are all equal in God’s eyes”
11/13/18
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