My Cloud - John G Lawless

MY CLOUD by JOHN G. LAWLESS


I don’t remember asking…..			
yet I am still hearing a babbling brook
of mindless chatter rolling pebbles
through my ears and across my mind.
Noisome, acridly scented, sounds,
a Charlie Brown like… wah–wah-wah
droning in the background of my life.
“You can’t say that!”  “It might offend
somebody – somewhere – someday.”
“How can you even think that way??!!!”
“Don’t you care how other people feel?”
“Do you have any feelings at all for them?”
“You can’t do THAT!”  “WHAT WILL
PEOPLE THINK!” “ Didn’t you see that sign?”
“Why can’t you just follow instructions, do
what you’re told, believe that we are right,
that WE know what is best for you?”
“If you ate less there would be more food
to feed the hungry.”(Yeah but then I’d be hungry.)
“If you drove less there would be more fuel
for others to burn and fewer emissions.”
(How the hell does that work???)
“If you would only follow all the shoulds
and musts then you’d know the reasons
why you should entrust the future of the
planet, the diet of your kids, to those of
us entitled to pry off freedom’s lids.”
“Every voice is equal when every voice
is heard.” (That could be said of cows
and sheep  and noise within the herd.)
“What is it that you want?”, they ask
in obvious disdain and shudder when
I mention my First Amendment claim.
I wish that those who speak their minds
would allow me to do the same without
their constant reprimand “that I should
be ashamed”.  When I speak, and write, and
act in a manner that I choose, I shouldn’t
be belittled by the puppets of the fools.
I do not need the politics of food, sex,
and lies, nor special interest groups that
see only through “their” eyes.  I cannot
be an island, so I choose to be a cloud -
sit above the melee of “their” ever
spreading shroud.  Therefore, the
conversations may be ended by
a verse, a substantial update
from the “islands” brutal curse
as I, in karaoke style, sing a
sixties refrain aloud:

HEY!  HEY! YOU!  YOU!
GET OFFA MY CLOUD!!**

**The Rolling Stones – Get off of My Cloud(1965)


John G. Lawless
5/30/2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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A   Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 11:39 PM
Hi John, Congratulations on your cloud win. Always & Forever ~LINDA~
Lawless Avatar
June 19, 2015 at 5:50 AM
Thanks Linda.
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June 18, 2015 at 3:17 PM
Congrats on your super win..Sara
Lawless Avatar
June 19, 2015 at 5:49 AM
Thanks for your continued support Sara.
A  Avatar
June 16, 2015 at 9:21 PM
John, this contest is so you, :) Congratulations on a poem well done. Thank you for entering my CLOUD contest. Luv SKAT
Lawless Avatar
June 19, 2015 at 5:49 AM
Thank you, SKAT, for taking the time to sponsor the contest and for such a unique prompt.
Onclaud Avatar
May 31, 2015 at 5:13 AM
delicious rant, john... very pertinent, well-composed piece!.. huggs
Lawless Avatar
May 31, 2015 at 6:47 AM
Glad you enjoyed it Nette. Thanks for stopping by to read and comment
Smith Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 9:05 PM
Spot on John....I abhor what politics has turned into....a money grab....when we spend millions for a job only paying $80,000 per year I think we might have a problem.
Lawless Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 9:21 PM
OK...I gotta go lie down I'm getting my people mixed up on my reply and comments....Sorry TIM>>>>
Lawless Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 9:20 PM
Yeah Dave, it's kinda like selling out before you get in.
La France Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 8:18 PM
John, this is outstanding, I love everything about it, and I will give it a 7++++
Lawless Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 8:51 PM
Thanks, I was in the military when this one came on the radio and became our default....go F... yourself alternative....
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