Victims of Bad Design
by Nancy Ames
Someone said we should go to bed,
we`d had enough excitement.
In a legal sense there was no evidence
for a criminal indictment.
Life is shocks and paradox,
attractions and divisions.
But there`s no immunity to opportunity,
you have to make decisions.
The biggest crime is wasting time,
the infinite potential.
When you`re cheap you always reap
much less that what`s essential.
A genius at work is just a jerk,
slaving for success.
Innocence betrayed lies in the shade,
in a wedding dress.
Your foot`s on the brake on a frozen lake
that used to be a highway.
There`s hell to pay but you can only say,
"I always did it my way."
He was a son-of-a-gun and he had some fun
and his last words are famous.
He was sadistic and futuristic
and now they`re trying to blame us.
Those who confess under duress
wish they could be quiet.
But when they`re accused of being used
they always deny it.
We`re drowning in debt and it`s too hard to get
any credit for prevention.
So just sing a song and do everything wrong,
it`s one way to get attention.
Posted on 07/02/2018
Copyright © 2018 Nancy Ames
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/02/18 at 05:07 PM|
Crazy, roller coaster ride of a poem, nicely reflects the title. Though not without its serious (Life's lesson) side, also found it refreshingly entertaining; well written!
|Posted by Michael Anthony on 07/02/18 at 11:51 PM|
Of course I'm a fan so it is so great to now and again see some meter and rhyme here. (And rhyming couplets too!) What an easy read! the second and third stanzas are incredible!