Class

Unaccustomed to the lingo
yet accustomed to the bling so
let it roll and rock and rot
regardless of the highbrow wot...

or china crystalled silver settings
designed Lenox gauche, just sayin' nothing
compared to what us fair groomed got
thank Daddy for the polyglot.

Of myth and spit and hum-drudgery
of how things never used to be
is time to wake up. Hope we do
'cause I'd like to live on, would you?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

The Rogue Rhymer Avatar
October 26, 2011 at 6:10 PM
Nancy-this one is groovy :) Nice job!
Susan Avatar
October 26, 2011 at 9:29 AM
i like hum-drudgery. is polyglot a made up word? I like the way it sounds :)
Horne Avatar
October 25, 2011 at 7:42 AM
Deep, deep piece, my friend.
Lane Avatar
October 25, 2011 at 4:46 AM
Yes, I think we should live on and grow beyond our programing. Tony
Mister Roboto Avatar
October 25, 2011 at 3:59 AM
there is an Awakening going on. More people are catching on to the need! You lost me a little in this poem but that's still fine by me. I diGG a smooth flow.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace