Acting My Age
They said I should act my age
the committee of higher ups and wanna be’s
all perfect citizens in good standing of the co op
where we shared a common postal code
and little else
hell…. lets be honest ….nothing else
waiting in their self built quieu of crossed t’s and dotted eyes
as if they were orderly soldiers
waiting to be dispatched on a daily crusade
to make sure the hallways were always tidy
your name plate not too big….and certainly never too small
the elevators went up and the elevators went down
that dogs kept their owners on a leash at all times
stay on the path…. stay on the path…
don’t you know you must stay on their path to be one of us
I started to believe the rumors
that even the candles on their birthday cakes
stood perfectly erect for hours
as the burning wick took all that there was to take
leaving the solitary evidence of their existence
a mere pool of cold wax
spent …listless… shapeless…
not even the scent of ever being here remained
having been blown out to sea
by the whim of nobody cares anymore..they never truly did
a life had simply come and gone as if it had never been
like an unused paper plate waiting to be discarded in a garbage bag
recyclable of course or at least that was the dream
or perhaps it was it the plan
A life unlived is a song never sung
an uneaten morsel of chocolate cake
laying under a layer of calorie reduced icing
of course why would you want to enjoy icing
as you counted down the days the minutes
the seconds…… your heartbeats
to arrival at never never land
do they not know
has no one else been brave enough to tell them
none of us… none of us… none of us
get off the planet alive
let me eat the cake of my choice please
I’ll take the large one…
if you don’t mind
Irish
Copyright © Michael Poyntz | Year Posted 2011
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