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Sun 5 Nov, 2006 11:36 pm
Down with Eternal Optimism -
Feels so good just watching it burn.
Embrace with relief the bitch that I am,
Kiss at the flame for which I so yearn.
Far, far too long on this fraudulent road,
with it's encouraging pats and bright hopeful eyes.
Plastic assurance of rose colored joy -
It's a route straight down to my own demise.
So hard to admit that life's hell and you know it
When you're programmed to try and find beauty in ****.
So scared to let your true self glare right through -
All those simpletons just won't know what to do.
Completely appropriate to strip down to just me -
Flaunt all of my secrets I've learned to suppress.
Bask in the freedom indifference allows.
Indiscreet valor I now seek to caress.
When a rage comes upon me, I'll open the door!
Let the curses flow freely, a fit brings release.
Allow selfishness finally to come out on top -
A guaranteed route to that rare inner peace.
Now that's a feeling I can relate to!
Great subject for a poem.
Except I don't believe we're programmed to find beauty in ****. In my experience it's the opposite-we programmed to see beauty in perfection and overlook it in it's less obvious forms.
Unless you're talking about popular culture...than that's true for sure.
By the line about finding beauty in ****: I was only meaning that we are quite often expected to only see the good that life has to offer - that was the focus of this poem - me complaining that I hate always having to be so optimistic!
That comment about popular culture - so true!
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