8
5/20/22
Does it ever satiate?
Let me elaborate
For the evening pouring up an 8
Starting to feel okay, now I'm straight
Until reality sets in and I'm awake
Ego and spirit starting to deflate
I'm not always in that great of a place
Meaning in life and my mind state
Changes to be made for my own sake
Since life's not always sweet like a slice of cake
It's a mystery or taking shape
People always taking off of other's plates
What a disgrace
Dangerous people put out bait
All over the place
Makes me irate
For being fake and a snake
Toss your body into a lake
Had it coming, but I'll still show up to the wake
Pay my condolences then exit through a gate
Y'all some lightweights
They say we relate to primates
Yet struggle to find a trace
Birds continuing to migrate
People concerned or no regard over carbohydrates
It was all there to take
Got to try if you want to have any stake
Or say in the matter, instead of always being late
Before you know it the chance will evaporate
Sometimes got to recalibrate
Not all can acclimate
Wounds healing well or beginning to granulate
Towards what they seek is where they'll gravitate
Often they over saturate
The cycle endlessly circulates
And permeates
Close to a stalemate
Started to contemplate
And concentrate
In order to dominate
As the masses congregate
Many just complicate
With a solemn face
A taste of your own medicine, how does it taste?
They can't relate or appreciate
Then have the nerve to state
Words that are offensive with a tone of hate
Sometimes I just need to escape
I'm never sober, give me a break
Had a hand in saving lives yet no cape
I need to elevate
Not celebrate
A peaceful end or a scene involved with yellow tape
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2022
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