Unfinished

EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I figured this one might ring with this board, I could be wrong, it's as of yet unfinished...

Where will I go?

Where have you gone, you baby-boomers
with your swollen memories, and
locket shaped tumors
with your pensions dropping like
barrels from Niagara falls when
stock market bubbles burst
Hearing rumors of this greatest generation,
who fought in the trenches, and bled on the
shores, saving democracy for all time
from a man with one testicle
The measure of man, is battlefield courage,
left without struggle, you turned to the mind, but
Where have you gone, you LSD priests
you tripped in the gutter, and
stayed for a week
watching your brothers fly into Cambodian jungles,
while you read current events from
college podiums, jumpstarting
SUV apathy with Woodstock smiles
marching rifleless to the capital, to bring the
boys home, heaving your slogans like pebbles,
against tanks, not realizing that
destitution doesn’t shape politics
Where have you gone, you yuppie suits
swept into traffic, with
your stock market truths
Watching your CEO’s 401k gambles
come crashing with those towers that
woke you from your leather couch dreams
in your 40 inch plasma eyes
Surrounding yourself with pursuits electronic
sending your angry teens off to universities
to major in business and law
Where have you gone, generation X
walking through townhouse
neighborhood feeling blessed
the weight of a nine to five no fit for
your shoulders,
but the internet pirates were
not the best of share holders
and when we were immune to the millennium
bug,
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Comments

  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    rings true here
    It's all yellow.


  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ever finish this one, evil?
  • no time like the present I guess
  • I figured this one might ring with this board, I could be wrong, it's as of yet unfinished...

    Where will I go?

    Where have you gone, you baby-boomers
    with your swollen memories, and
    locket shaped tumors
    with your pensions dropping like
    barrels from Niagara falls when
    stock market bubbles burst
    Hearing rumors of this greatest generation,
    who fought in the trenches, and bled on the
    shores, saving democracy for all time
    from a man with one testicle
    The measure of man, is battlefield courage,
    left without struggle, you turned to the mind, but
    Where have you gone, you LSD priests
    you tripped in the gutter, and
    stayed for a week
    watching your brothers fly into Cambodian jungles,
    while you read current events from
    college podiums, jumpstarting
    SUV apathy with Woodstock smiles
    marching rifleless to the capital, to bring the
    boys home, heaving your slogans like pebbles,
    against tanks, not realizing that
    destitution doesn’t shape politics
    Where have you gone, you yuppie suits
    swept into traffic, with
    your stock market truths
    Watching your CEO’s 401k gambles
    come crashing with those towers that
    woke you from your leather couch dreams
    in your 40 inch plasma eyes
    Surrounding yourself with pursuits electronic
    sending your angry teens off to universities
    to major in business and law
    Where have you gone, generation X
    walking through townhouse
    neighborhood feeling blessed
    the weight of a nine to five no fit for
    your shoulders,
    but the internet pirates were
    not the best of share holders
    and when we were immune to the millennium
    bug, when our cold war bunkers perished
    inside the tin cans of non-perishable apathy.
    So where have you strayed you enlightenment
    seekers, you kicked off your sandals, and ran
    back to God in your sneakers. Your midwest
    spider holes were cleared to make room for your ballots,
    when you'd heard the country was marrying faggots.
    But parables never could be subdued,
    as morality stopped the flow of a feeding tube.
    And now that I'm here, where could I go,
    the planet's still spinning, but it's spinning too slow.
    The axis of the pendulum of public policy,
    has left no doubt in my mind, that we're a fool's democracy,
    my life's sand sifts through this hour glass,
    but what can turn it over, if so much of my time has passed,
    why can't I still look forward? I stare beneath me to the sea
    from the window of this plane, the destination of this life,
    has become nothing but a mindless game.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    and there you go :)

    nice!
  • Yeeeah! I'm glad you gave ETE the kick in the pants he needed to polish this one up, PN. It's really good! Start to finish--thumbs WAY UP! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • well thankee, this is a good example of where my writing was when I hadn't written a whole lot yet
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