Clear and Loud
“I got this car, on my birthday,
What did you get?” Said the shade gray.
“Nothing too specific,” was my reply
Compared to the red Maserati with that guy
And this gave him another chance to sneer
Car keys in one hand, another had a beer.
He just needs a chance
To brag and feel proud
About things he didn’t buy
That is clear and loud.
“Can I touch it,” I heard a friend pray.
“But if something happens, you will have to pay.”
Burning in my belly was a fire red hot
When test seasons began, everything he forgot.
I want to seek a chance to show him that he is vain,
His car, his money, throw them all in drain.
Calling others names,
Your parents allowed
You are poor at other games
That is clear and loud.
Filled with self-importance, he is selfish and mean
Lies and frames others, insecurity is in his gene.
Stating like a chatterbox, cloaked in foolish gown,
Never does he succeed, put pulls others down
The car’s red will fade and so will his chauvinism
The truth will soon splash about his materialistic romanticism
So let me give you quid pro quo
Wrapping your hypocrisy in shroud
Your self-occupation will soon go
That is clear and loud.
You may think you are rich, but you are poorest at heart
The bird won’t see what it is shitting on, be it car or cart,
This money, this attitude and cheapness go hand-in-glove
What will be left out is what you earned with love
You may hide your weakness in the cloak of show off
When you will stand on your feet, nothing will be left off
You will realize all of it
When you will stand alone in the crowd
The cloth will be too large to knit
That is clear and loud.
Copyright © Shivam Murari | Year Posted 2013
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