A Convenient Amenity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Hi there! This is another poem I wrote in quite a hurry... And, as I look back at my former work, I am continually furthering my appreciation of.... well, editing, and it's not something I'm used to. SO, feel free to criticize, and I hope you like it.

PS- It IS supposed to be less dark than normal, but I think it came out that way a little too much.... it depends on how you interpret it, I guess. In my attempt to become a better lyricist, I need to make things simpler, happier, and more catchy, so this is really the first time I attempted to incorporate that.

=D yay for my first post in a month-ish!


PSS- Pretend there is a space between every 4 lines. I don't know why, but Booksie doesn't believe in "Enter".

Submitted: March 04, 2010

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Temptation surrounding the initiation,
Flocks of infected insomniacs;
Conveniently, a score of evergreens
Mourn before their indifferent tracks.
 
Silent bystanders, conveniently teased
By cars, phones, and rubber shoes;
Happiness comes from the loss of another
And here, I see retails selling muse.
 
Creativity comes in many shapes and sizes,
And malls pretend to sell you truth;
I inconveniently state the obvious
In how this corrupts our youth.
 
A mother walks down the aisle,
Teaching her children well enough;
“The customer’s right, so lay down your notions
So I can build you of stronger stuff.”
And an intolerable man, in a nervous state
Walks to his court of immaculate
Retreat, where he can collectively smile
And pretend the jury is something innate.
 
I see this all happen, and wonder what
Happiness really is, in this world today.
Dozens of frowning effeminates
Haven’t they clearly gone astray?
 
But I am a part of it too, I’m afraid,
Watching the evergreens waste away
In futile attempts to recapture the world
When they’ve watched their intentions form a new day.
We see nature as a plaything, at best,
Or maybe a cleansing sight;
Where we really feel comfortable is pretending to others
That we’re comfortable in fluorescent light.
 
I see now, the malls sell us one thing.
And it is an inconvenient scene;
Among the shops and Santa and plentiful gifts
We seek comfort among the evergreens.


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