Disillusion

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Cynicism galore

Disillusion

The weeks are vapor that I wade right thru

I murmur my lines, somewhat on cue

I swallow my pills and the governmental newsfeed

Millions of children with nothing to eat

A patch of desert host to yet another invasion

Cries for help set to blunt instrumentation

While the third world succumbs to curable affliction

A fresh batch of heads is being conditioned to contradiction

Sitting in the back of the bus contemplating revolution

Inertia in reams as we roll by some beautiful pollution

Spending most waking hours questing for cash

I hate to break it to ya, but we’re all outta gas

My perspective fucked up by grim conclusion

I’ve abandoned protocol in a fit of disillusion

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

stigbohnolsen’s Poems (49)

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Good End Times 0
My First Love Letter, and what an abomination it is! 2
Matter Splatter (A Materialist Poem) 0
Disillusion 0
DaDaDream 2
Bursting 2
Monday 5
Summoning Spring 3
Tadpoles 3
Another Hour 8
At The sea (past tense) 6
Nausea 6
Set in snow 4
A Dream Shaped Like Home 4
Accordingly 4
A lot (abridged) 8
Park bench satori 8
Currently Incarnated 3
Apparently Apartment 7
Storm 5
Flickering Dust 6
AUTUMN 5
Nazi-colored skin 3
Apathy 4
Mellow Little Apocalypse 7
One for the Minister 8
Envying the tachyons as Monday catches me off guard yet again 5
Yonder Wicked Picket 7
Observations 5
A Throwaway Future 4
Downbound 4
Appreciated 6
Mellow Pain 6
Windowsill 6
The Conqueror 4
Such Shit 2
If a Tree Falls... 3
Twenty-first Century Goofiness! 8
Billionaire 4
Paper 2
Futility 3
Blues 3
Estranged 3
Birth 2
Status quo 2
In Transit 2
My Pet Peeves 3
On A Day Stillborn 4