The Hopeful Buried Poem by Johanna MayI believe in dialectics,
The No nonsense evolution
Of how we will survive,
We eat crap, we wreck shit
But when things get terminal
We clean house
Abolished slavery,
We work 8 hours instead of 16,
We put scary screwy faces on
Cigarette packs to warn of the obvious,
Women can vote,
Everybody can get married,
We knit jumpers for penguins,
We eschew violence of any form,
It does get better specially when it gets
To its worse,
So I am hopeful that by the time everybody
Cannot afford a cup of some exotic caffeine concoction
Everybody does not want it anymore
When that overprized 4 point 1000 versionized upgrade
Is out in the market
We've already realized the joke
I feel the same about writing poetry
I know it will not amount to much
But I'm hoping one day
We are all golden shiny people
They will say:
She speaks like us.
07/15/2015 Posted on 07/15/2015 Copyright © 2024 Johanna May
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