Hello all,
As promised, I am posting a second poem for this week. I have an alternative title for this called: “The Facetious Beseech Us” and I like that way better but I don’t want to sound too pretentious so I’m sticking with the original. I have been having the same thoughts over and over again about the lack of appreciation for consequences or empathy among so many people today, so I decided I’d write the poem below. Anyway, let me know what you think about this poem, if you decide to read it.
We Just Do What We Feel
Inside us are just reactions, perspectives—good and evil are just feeble definitions of silly people, misguided and divided, therefore right from wrong cannot be decided so why would anyone worry about the immoral when we’re amoral, anything goes, so we’ll quarrel with the teacher, the preacher, yell at our son from the bleacher because our mood justifies being rude—we’re not deluded, not everyone is suited for the brave new world like us, not ready to eschew meaning for booze, fake news, and permanently disgruntled attitudes--we’re emotionally avaricious and just as vicious over the fictitious wrongs we’d never right but we obsess over the fight, even delight in the misery we wrought--but that’s just what we ought to do, our emotional bona fides are deep within our bones and it just feels right--yet, most won't realize our insincere sincerities downside: disingenuous genius has deceived us into believing Jesus was beneath us, instead, compassion for passion‘s sake is to be our only bastion because introspection’s now out of fashion—what is to consider when we’re brought up inconsiderate, illiterate, and generally full of it--rules and regulations in a confused nation are in need of arbitration, else you’ll feel the devastation of our terrible generation on the rise so say your goodbyes and greet your demise, we’ll see you on the other side.
Jogging the Mind 