**This fits the anthology with 'All hope is lost'. I hope you enjoy.
A Joke
I've got a joke, just for you.
Look around, can't you see?
The clowns, and fools, the jesters and monkies?
All of the morons, the lust driven junkies?
Do you like the state of the world?
Are you a hero, a martyr,
Fighting against all human desire?
Or a hypocrite and sociopath
with no way out of the insanity?
Can you tell me,
whether I should care about such a scene?
Should my heart draw a dream,
of green fields, milk and honey?
Or maybe horde idiocy as if some foul money?
Are you the product of your own making?
Or is that mask a farce you are faking?
Oh! But it's a sad, sick satire.
When it is the state of things, so very dire.
It is quite funny, right?
In fact, a timely sight.
I should laugh at myself for that one.
I am the joke, and the joke is I.
Isn't the air of irony nigh?
It's a sad world where this tends to be the case....But when you speka of 'I', it seems not that your speaking of yourself, but of humanity...And speaking to humanity simultaneously.
ReplyDeleteAm I wrong?
It's still good.
Maybe so. This poem is more so about me than anything.
ReplyDeleteThis marks the time that I began to question my views on people and life in general.
"Can you tell me,
ReplyDeletewhether I should care about such a scene?
Should my heart draw a dream,
of green fields, milk and honey?
Or maybe horde idiocy as if some foul money?"
Loved that. Right there.
A sad, sick satire indeed... I love alliteration by the way, and the free form rhyme scheme tickled my fancy.
ReplyDeleteI would definitely be the martyr against all human desire.