Pre Cycled

I’ve mastered the art of the double knot
forgotten most of what I’ve been taught
my cuffs are frayed by elbows worn
my favorite jacket sewed where torn
the holes in my jeans – work put them there.
I didn’t pay extra for a fashionista tear
The words that I speak are simple and true
yet those that will listen are distant and few
now sadly it seems that in moments pensive
“someone” finds what I said “somehow” offensive
to someone who lives in a past “reconstructed”
or worse in a world that’s been “self” destructed.
I’ve worked for the planet – forever recycled
and before it was “fashionable” – yes! I bi-cycled
through traffic and pot holes in sunshine and rains
over crisscrossing tracks of ever late trains
through the streets of the city, the suburbs – for fun
cuz my knees hurt so much I could no longer run.
I drove tiny cars that strained on hills steep
no activist here – I was just cheap
So after you rant and rave and shout
Gather your sneakers and throw them all out


John G. Lawless
©12/15/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Wolf Avatar
December 19, 2021 at 6:16 PM
Bravo, John! You are truly a classic environmentalist: 100% brown-bag cheap. ~ It takes one to know one
George Avatar
December 18, 2021 at 4:21 AM
This is so humorous and masterfully composed. "my favorite jacket sewed where torn the holes in my jeans – work put them there". In this condition will anyone mistake you for a homeless.... Enjoyed much dear friend !
DiMino Avatar
December 16, 2021 at 9:41 AM
Wow! Brilliant, delightful read. Marvelous poetry. Really classy and intelligent. About those jeans, I have a pair like-em; I keep telling my wife they are latest in fashion: saw a woman wearing diamonds at the doctors office, also dressed in a pair jeans with large holes in the knees. Pointed it out to my wife...she was not convinced. Still made me dinner. To my good fortune, love is not only blind, but, at times, fondly deaf as well. Blessings my friend!
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