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Best Poems Written by Peter Wilson

Below are the all-time best Peter Wilson poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Social Acceptance

We all need it
Some feed on it
people are not what they seem
I do not fit well in the social scene
At least that’s what I think
Social standing is in the sink
In reality all is fine
Yet for greater acceptance I pine
Are the socialites so cruel
Is it by humility that they rule
Is there something wrong with me
What is it they can they see
I am blind to the futility of my path
The pointless endless graft
Its just for acceptance that I search
Don’t leave me in the lurch

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Roast Dinner Sin

The smell is good
Just look at the pud
Gammon, Turkey and Beef
Life’s turned over a new leaf
A few balls of stuffing
They aint made of nuffing
Many calories they carry
It’s the sausages I want to marry
Grease torpedoes and crispy potatoes
We know where all that goes
Straight to the hips
For some taste bud kicks
Oh well
Diet go to hell.

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Motivation - Anything Goes But Money

To a manager its clever
To knowledgeable employees its torture
To smart employees its exploitation
To the rest it feels like slavery
What separates a motivator from a con artist
What separates a motivator from an abuser
Cant prove it.
Does that make it legal
Does that make it fair
They don’t care
Pay me what I’m worth
I’ve got nowhere since birth
They keep me poor
As they want more
All I want is somewhere to live
My life is give, give, give
Nothing in return
But I learn

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Country Club

Lure of luxury
Mingle with the elite
I will be swept off my feet
Impressive facilities
Appalling abilities
I want to improve
And find a social groove
Big money I will pay
So that I can play
I love my sports
And people of all sorts
Something is not right
I analyse my plight
Money is their game
I’m just a name
Polite to my face
Another verbal ace
Conned I feel
What a rip off deal
Not destined for a good time
Didn’t expect the three month leaving fine

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Man, the Tortured, Threatened Slave

Slaves to our instincts
Stay out of the rain and I will reward you with a cosy feeling
Soak up the sun and I will relax you
Deny me my fill and you will suffer comfort food cravings
Have sex or I will make you uncomfortably crave it
Pursue sex to orgasm or I will not let you rest
Threaten your life and I will scare you
Cut or Burn yourself and I will make you suffer pain
Eat and drink or I will make you suffer hunger
Breathe or I will make you suffer suffocation
Socialize and integrate or I will make you suffer loneliness
Compete or I will empty you to worthlessness
Instincts torture us for what actions they want
Not complying with your instincts results in discomfort
Obey your instincts and they will comfort you
Ergonomic religion relieves suffering

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How Are You?

panic attacks and hot flushes
we smile at children’s blushes
embarrassment at the slightest error
fills us with terror
just how should we feel
these emotions they cant be real
am i ill or am i not
you cant see any snot
is life normal
or conformal
society has gone astray
for most have lost their way
ergonomic is the word
please apply it to the herd
sculpted to be efficient workers
the ill labelled as shirkers
free us from this hell
please someone ring the game over bell
round two will begin
we will be led without sin
the truth will prevail
the evil go to jail

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The Media

Reputation is the currency
Media are the bankers
Bank manager lord and master
Enforces the religious template
Template ergonomically askew to the detriment of me an you
Any can be discredited due to the nature of the template
Headlines call in a loan
A few words bring to an end a lifetimes ambition
Saving this currency is a fools game
The media will just torture and mame
The medias power is due to the un ergonomic template
The template is protected by the media.
The templates shape is derived from religion.

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Christianity

A template for life
Compulsory wife
Fit the mold
Or suffer untold
Secret application
Of rules for a nation
Monogamy is not for me
Fool down on one knee
Women comply
Men lie
How happy can we be
We must find a religion for both you and me

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The Evolutionary Machine

Evolutionary machine churns on and on
love is just a con
what we see is seems simple
to the machine just a dimple
how do we interpret how we feel
we are not even one spoke in a wheel
like ants in a nest
our instincts do not rest
why do we pursue such strange things
maybe one day we will have wings.
The machine craves randomization
Nearly granted in this big population
The machine has succeeded
The unnecessary have been weeded
Our understanding is ace
Mankind won the race

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Bone Idle

You can’t see me work
And I behave like a berk
My brain is the productive bit
Manual labour, I don’t give a ssit
A lifetime of depression
Left me in a thinking session
Apply me to a basic manual task
Go to bed is what I ask
I’m a thinker
Not an idle stinker