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People are disgusting.
by Trisha De GraciaEverything gives me this
maddening sense of
irony twisted with fantasy
twisted with hate.
people disgust me
you sit and you ponder
the world from your lazy boy
chairs infront of tvs
that show nothing but garbage.
you all believe what you see
from a big black box
with fancy satelite
that shows you what
they want to allow you to see.
every new face comes and goes
and you've been de sensitized
to the point of zero compassion
and you wouldn't care if
that person died tomorrow
because tomorrow might as well
be here and now.
Today and tomorrow are melded
into one continuously superficial
materialistic existance
that you persist in calling life
and all in all
it justs makes me sick. 03/22/2003 Author's Note: No offense to individual persons... just PEOPLE, plural.
Posted on 03/23/2003
Copyright © 2025 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by D. Xavier Bari on 03/23/03 at 09:32 PM Impressively jaded for one so young. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 03/26/03 at 09:59 PM You exude a clear sense of disillusionment and rightly point out the maddeningly complacent nature of the masses. It made me write my own poem in response today, I've been thinking of yours all day. Will post it soon... |
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