Benjamin K Duncan

Rookie (25-03-1992 / Australia)

Fool's Ballast - Poem by Benjamin K Duncan

A thriving metropolis enslaved by the lonely.
They wish to hasten their time away.
If only they knew the mockery
So deeply entrenched in their psyche.

The difference between love and greed
Disseminated by their enraptured money.

Possessions a fool's ballast,
To a King's chalice.
Coveted by many, in a
Frowzy, drowsy neurosis.

Exemplify and compromise,
To live, that is your prize.

Not the countless
Dollars of paper creation.
Or the sinuous ethic;
In its edification.

Ire is with your slipshod connotation.
Of sidereal intimation.
You will never conciliate,
With acerbic petulance.

A foolish old drunk King,
Bellicose and feckless
Recalcitrant and wreckless.

If only you could see.
If only you could breathe.
If only you could see.
If only you could be.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 18, 2012

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