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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Discontent

Keep the illusion of fame and appreciation -
All those fragile, perishable commodities -
Which are subject to decay and deprecation,
The words will take acclaim from the oddities.

Do these verses not fit the political correct cookie cutter?
Do they stick to the roof of your mouth like peanut butter?

Perfect! These words are done searching for any approval,
Please reject them – pending some critic`s poetic removal.

Like a lost dog, they searched for a heart and home;
In ridicule and despair they wandered all alone –
And the domesticated rhyme, searching for acknowledgment temporal;
Has become content in grime, happily savage and ferociously feral.

So, frankly “F*ck validation”, some half-hearted affirmation;
Of their lyrical ability. These poems are now self-sustained
By their empirical capacity – no longer held and restrained,
In the quest for consent (never again to be pent)…

These symbols are their own lone resistance,
Continuing their march, with an unyielding persistence –
Their only purpose, reason, cause, or intent
Is (in their angry, fed-up, focused descent):
To express to others opinions, their utterly aloof dissent.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

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