3am Thought. Poem by willow moon pearce
3am Thought.
The media have told me
I will die in the next six or seven years
I listen intently
As I will be taken by a tsunami or earthquake.
Will I have time to put the cat out?
Bring the clothes in?
Yeah, I'm really bothered
As long as the 5th avenue up and coming yuppies
Go with me - I will be content.
I look back at my life - I have never had money,
But just enough to live
And to buy books to increase my swollen collection
I find that I am happy.
I don't walk the street in $500.00 suits
A mobile phone glued to my ear.
Italian shoes are not the shoes I wear
Boots and leather jacket.
Come that all fails and I am still alive
I can still spit in the direction of the successful,
As they will continue to corrupt and pollute the earth.
I gave this piece a nine, but that is only because I have a particular standard for a 10. Otherwise, this is written as well as any prose can be written at this length. I won't say more because all there is left is praise and I hate being redundant. GW62
If one listens to this, then maybe two will do something about it when reflecting on the huge material growth that leaves so many bewildered A great voice in this one Love Duncan
You have my applause for letting your voice be heard. kind regards, Sandra
You have much to be proud of, not least this poem. Yeah we sure do live in a corrupt world, sickening to think about it. I love this poem though, really 'sticking it up to the man' so to speak. All the best, Seán
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4/18/2024 11:50:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem of VEHEMENCE. Lovely, Willow. Susie.