COMPLAINERS IN TIN CANS
The discontent that dying brings should not be vilified.
It is not a bad thing to be aware
the act of finality is also a part of life.
We live in big tin cans, others in small,
but we all need one.
We enter our tin cans through a tunnel
then emerge and learn to live,
but really only exist in confusion
manipulated by intellectually inferior one-track minds
bent on ruling every aspect of our lives,
engulfing us in messy, mind mystifying, spirit debilitating stuff that
gives vent to feelings of impotence, often enough to complain, but
ignorance, callousness, arrogance and alternative facts rule the day.
True finality must have its joy-filled release
at such times.
My advice to the complainers in their tin cans,
Take your damn life and live it!
Make passionate love and get stupid drunk!
And every now and then write
A caring, benevolent poem with conviction
then go out and help change the world!
Copyright © norberto franco cisneros | Year Posted 2017
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