When Is Enough Enough

When is enough enough?
What doesn't kill you just makes you tough?
I agree fifty percent
Sometimes I wish for a simple life in a tent

Creative financing brings worlds to shambles
Dead presidents kill the earth and destroys animals
I really want to bring a child into the world
I don't find this one suitable for my little boy or girl

Now humans are defined by a chip or stamp
Watching computers replace humans makes my heart cramp
Confidence of our race is shattered and they're hopeless
They want to be heard, but don't feel important enough to carry their voices. 

They don't maintain
They post selfies looking vein
Online diaries of millions visible to millions
Then get mad cause it's available for internet villains

Go to a movie
The scene starts to get groovy
Because this theater doesn't have the commercial reminder
Someones cell phone screen lights up like fire

Cell phones are security blankets
They're our binkies
Our dolls
God forbid your different and don't answer all calls
You can't not answer your phone
It's okay to be patient and busy, 
I'll call when I get home. 

Working 365 a year
Not worth it unless your interests are sincere
Years go by,
You'll wonder why
Why you never stopped
The money drop never stopped. 

It's easy to stay
Easy to keep a routine
Easy to do the same thing day by day
I'm sorry to ruin your little parade
At some point, you'll have to awake
There'll be too much at stake
If you choose to avoid it you'll die
In those last seconds, you'll wonder why
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Bunch Avatar
November 15, 2013 at 3:19 PM
I saw a Nietzsche quote and shades of pink Floyd song time in your poem. Nice work Sharon and you're spot on about the cell phones.
Tsiluma Avatar
November 12, 2013 at 11:52 PM
Brilliant poem Sharon! It's strange how 'dead presidents' put the value on life - alone, money is just worthless until humans place a value on it. I like the thought of stepping back to count the cost of our actions and determine what's more important. Very well written.
Dolly Avatar
November 13, 2013 at 3:12 AM
Thank you kindly! :) Sharon
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