They are informed of their needs by TV ads
They don't write long letters to their loved
They tweet
They don't grow corn and tomatoes
Or skin out a deer
Hanging from a scotch pine
They don't look into faces and hearts
Only into Facebook
That compendium of moronic nonsense
Their vegetables come from hot houses
Their meat in packages
Everything plastic wrapped
Like their lives
i just read your retort to my previous comment. i'm SURE you are correct! ! as for the above poem, it shall grace the list of poems and poets in my/our April 2017's showcase, to be found by searching for April 2017's in my list of PH poems. thanks. and btw, i like being wrapped in plastic! in fact, i had plastic surgery to encase me. bri :)
Having just returned from LA and driving on the 405- all I want to do is sit on the veranda and watch the fish jump!
For we cannot do anything against the truth, but only for the truth. 2 Corinthians 13: 8 (NIV)
All in all, the percentages of hunters and farmers are probably low. But you really must meet my niece! ! ! She's out there right now in the mountains tracking whatever is in season- -she's seen black bear but hasn't shot it so perhaps it is not in season. She shoots game with a rifle or a shotgun or a bow and arrow. She skins them out and carries them out. She fishes but not from a boat- -not having one. I have a dozen friends who garden- -they keep me supplied with tomatoes and potatoes, jellies and jams! Facebook is stupid in the wrong hands but it can't be beat for an inexpensive way to keep in daily touch with family way across the country. All is not lost yet, Eugene, Marginalized but not extinct! !
Thanks for your interesting note. Your niece sounds like my kind of gal! (Don't let my wife read this!) I'm not really down on America- I think I had a back ache when I wrote this poem- or maybe I had just listened to a speech by one of our two repulsive presidential contenders- THAT would put most sane people into a fit of pessimism!
Cell phones are all over the world. I don't use one. I was on Facebook for a while, but found it a terrible waste of time. I have never tweeted, and don't intend to. I grow a garden, but it only supplements. We are at the mercy of the big food companies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the satire of Facebook and Twitter. 'That compendium of moronic nonsense'. So right, I'd never go back there.