This poem is an Acrostic Monorhyme
C onstant fear tactics are employed
O vertake the many freedoms once enjoyed
N ever any love there is a void
S ystem is so broken our souls so often toyed
U nsavoury propaganda regularly deployed
M any regulations are you feeling much annoyed?
E very government organisation, ethics so devoid
R eturn to honesty joy and laughter society would be buoyed
S eek a haven all these shackles to avoid
laws
regulations and such
estimations of what
is needed to mitigate
the rough edges of
characters on stage~
and this of course
stems from a belief
that what seems known
is known
The consumer is said to be
The all-right-man
But it hardly exists
Hegemony is never welcomed
Consumer too has to obey regulations
Follow SOP
On a visit to shops
When buying goods
Has to bear the result of inflation
Prices soaring up high
Subject to tricks and dishonesty
of businessman
A win-win-situation is welcomed instead
The world is made for everyone
To survive
Adventure to night
meteorites falling
nature of this society.
By getting born you disobeyed beauty laws and regulations you have broken the angels' pretiness reputations. Without you i can do nothing but to sorrow i will the rest of the poem tommorow.
How long did it take her to be free?
How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world
How long did it take for her to overcome Devil’s workshop
Slowly caressing her retinas
With silky daffodils and two-faced tulips
Where
Now
She dives into a glistening pool of complicated risk
Opening her atrium to the masses
Shedding incumbent teardrops
Just for that one standing ovation
To SET
HER
FREE!
It was then
Where pieces of plastic chains fell from demure stratosphere
Dented taps, similar to a shoeless dancer,
Setting off bass tones and low-key monotony
For she was
One cholesterol filled syllable short
To be genuine
One tearful, hyphenated lyric
Too blunt
To be embraced by their “god”
One dilapidated vowel shy
Of being honest
Her diary didn’t have enough pages torn
From emerald sanity
There were too many “Wows”,
Diluting into disingenuous shoulder pats
Her stanza pushed aside
A glorified booty call with no call back number
Leaving messages towards empty dial tones
…
How long will it take her to be free?
Until she looks up
Knowing she already holds the key
©Drake J. Eszes
A vulture boarded
A jumbo jet
Carrying two dead
Marmoset
The stewardess said
"I'm sorry sir,
Only one carrion
Per passenger"
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