For today's poetic entry, I have once again experimented with an unusual method of prose composition!
Simply explained, I recorded a time frame's worth of my personal contemplation and translated it into prose. Which is why I call this poem Poetic contemplation.
Poetic contemplationA triumvirate of wrong, it seems... ...the bad, the ugly and the insane - This Republican party of today...
Bad, for criminal in every way conceivable way, Representing only the - selfish - self-righteous - self-involved
Ugly, for certainly, with none of the charms that a romantic like myself could perceive: - no care - no kindness - no gentle loveliness
Insane, for deluded in manners of reality comprehension - all suffering, unacknowledged - all pain, ignored - reality, escaped
And yet, the American public, it flocks to vote for the G.O.P. - Be it out of protest... - Be it out of derangement... - Be it out of delusion...
It is almost, as if they wish to be... ...further tricked and cheated by their Republican politicians!
It is almost, as if they truly believe... ...that they don't deserve any better!
Sure, it is a phantasy driven folk... ...for in their minds... ...a man on the outside has to be a woman on the inside... ... or a child, or anything else except the man that he truly is!
With such fantasy exhibitted...how, is one to be surprised at the clowded political judgement of our folk!
So clowded, as if to support another criminal from the Republican realm, that looms at the horizon:
Perry by name... A texan outlaw by game... ...with the equivalent mental facilities, of course!
What if the public really has forgotten... ...how 8 years of republican texan presidency ruined this country!
Or, what if the public are so masochistic... ...as if to wish to experience the same over, again!
What bleak future awaits this country, then?!
Too bleak for me to contemplate...
I would rather think of pleasurable things: Finding true love! Going to the beach! Curbing a 35 yard freekick with underspin over a bamboozled goalkeeper and into the net! Reaching 300 mph on the Nurburgring!
Gladly, by now, an appetite I have gained! I shan't contemplate any further! I shall eat, instead!
Copyright Poetic Mind September 2011