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The Great Flame War
by Brian Francis
In looking at the whole big mess and how it came about,
The righteous, brave, and smartly dressed, finally came out.
Deciding to invade, usurp, and dominate the scene.
They chose a small innocuous club intent on being seen.
Dressed up in all their fru-fru clothes, feeling rather smart
They settled in among the group intent on being part.
But things were done so differently it really seemed a mess
They couldnt stand the way it was; it filled them with distress.
So in an ear, here or there, they planted their idea,
And feeling rather confident in their little panacea;
They tried to steer the group away from where they all had settled
They found the going rather rough, it seems, once they had meddled.
Comments made to ease the tension, seemed to exacerbate
All the stress caused rude responses meant to infuriate
Flames continued back and forth insults low and crude
Seemed to keep the fires fed, as the flames remained quite rude.
And thats the way it was back in two, oh, oh and one.
Sitting there and watching it, really was quite fun.
10/01/2003 Posted on 10/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/03/03 at 03:26 AM 'Sitting there and watching it, really was quite fun', yes, if one is an alert observer of things. The meaninglessness of what is, when the CROWD charged with the CROWD tries to impose what should be, without knowing what is, and reacting to every reaction in the disguise of ACTION. Its funny, strangely and horrifying too. haha |
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