Patience
Patience
Sitting and waiting in America
for pleasantries,
debaucheries-
the worship of a break,
a roman woman’s shape
wrapped-
financially under Christmas trees with
cosco toiletries and
wal-mart tendencies,
abundant economics,
and suburban luxuries.
Sitting and sifting
without moving, through absent policies,
impulses,
a belief in implausible catastrophes-
the ebb and flow of debauchery,
tied to my continuous infancy
making me struggle with agony-
making me sluggish, idealistic,
the resolution right within me.
No coup de oeil,
no Phaedrus, no occasion for serendipity,
virtue, and desire-no periphery.
The autonomy is a song and
we dance, we sling love;
wanton and feral for a chance, a perchance,
aka a boring interim for the suffering of-
the perfected beauty loss-of-me,
the economy, pharmacology and
free-lance-forestry,
For when, we want recondite
occasionally,
silence splendidly-
when because is irrationality.
Sitting and waiting in America
for pleasantries,
debaucheries-
the worship of a break,
a roman woman’s shape
wrapped-
financially under Christmas trees with
cosco toiletries and
wal-mart tendencies,
abundant economics,
and suburban luxuries.
Sitting and sifting
without moving, through absent policies,
impulses,
a belief in implausible catastrophes-
the ebb and flow of debauchery,
tied to my continuous infancy
making me struggle with agony-
making me sluggish, idealistic,
the resolution right within me.
No coup de oeil,
no Phaedrus, no occasion for serendipity,
virtue, and desire-no periphery.
The autonomy is a song and
we dance, we sling love;
wanton and feral for a chance, a perchance,
aka a boring interim for the suffering of-
the perfected beauty loss-of-me,
the economy, pharmacology and
free-lance-forestry,
For when, we want recondite
occasionally,
silence splendidly-
when because is irrationality.
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This poem is about the ridiculous existence of consumer culture.
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Poetry.com 4.2 out of 5 based on 6 votes.
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I can see the pain inside your soul.
try to work more in structure , rhythm and form and will be nicer
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Just how I feel at times...
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I like the rhyming, it almost feels like something Eminem would sing (compliment, not slur). It also explains how the world is doing today.
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I like your style.
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I'm pretty sure I follow this, but not totally.
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ok
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