Below is the poem entitled Illusions which was written by poet
Duddle. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Cough and splutter in a crowded room.
A juke-box is playing another dreary tune.
Lonely man feeds a bandit spending next week's rent
Woman sits at bar smothered in make-up and scent.
Young men at pool table in torn and holey jeans
Are shouting in unison about favourite football teams.
Soon elephants are pink leprechauns are green,
Unreality is the truth that we have seen.
Cold cold beer brings on the confusion
It's the outside world that is now an illusion.
This is a sort of parody. Based on a Moody Blues section on one of their albums. Think it was just before or after one of the songs. Called Late Lament. Thought I'd better credit it any way just in case anyone points it out.