Living Swell

by TheRabiesPuppy
  • December 13, 2011
  • Poetry
  • Dramatic

What's it really matter
and who am I to speak?
The riches to the rich,
and shadows for the meek
and for the kind, there's nothing;
so the hustlers disagree.
I should be more fierce;
put some extra meat on me.
I ahould study harder;
I should Ace more tests;
I should snap my backbone
whilst I'm snapping naive necks.
Nothing lasts forever,
not shame or sin or hell;
so I really shouldn't worry
what kind of lies I tell,
what stink that I exude,
as long as life is swell.

I could be a pig.
Godless, ever hungry;
wallow in my filth
despite upsetting others.
I should be despised.
Striking others with my scowl;
eerie with it's dripping
drops of sour sauce.
But I'm not really anything.
I am but a noble,
honest man with values
who can manage to sustain
what I have and what I need
earn the money so I can feed
the unfit who depend on me
who, no doubt, will someday die.

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ChocoCookie
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ChocoCookie wrote a review · Tue Dec 13, 2011 9:08 am

I like it! :D
This was a different poem. Oh God. People write such different poems nowadays. :P
But that's good! :) Anyway, I love the idea of this poem and I'm looking forward to your poems. xDD

I loved this two lines!

TheRabiesPuppy wrote:I could be a pig.
Godless, ever hungry;


Lol. ^.^

Keep Writing! *.*
--
Cookie! <3

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volleyball13
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volleyball13 wrote a review · Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:50 am

It sounds great to me.
You had a typo, so I thought I would point it out in case you didn't see it.

I ahould study harder;
'ahould' should be 'should'. :)



The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening