Child, That's What I Deserve! Poem by Liza Sud
Child, That's What I Deserve!
Today was a happy day!
all was laughing around me,
laughing in my brain,
like the shower of song sparkling.
Boss is on vacation -
like the vacation of God.
Fresh air celebration
throw bills to scrapyard!
You may laugh in elation,
you may even stand and dance,
spit on this incarnation,
choose new, another one!
You may become Buddha on Lotus
or a fantastic bird
with feathers of unthought colors
and simply embrace the world!
You may write even to Laitman,
disturbing him from great thoughts.
May be this is that nonchalance
and carelessness Christ has taught.
Why was I so nervouse?
Probably I would die,
but like this - spitting on bosses
and spitting on precious life!
You sit and just catch your pleasure,
the chair is soft and warm!
Like beast in the time of leasure.
Child, that's what I deserve!
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5/18/2024 3:04:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem discovers its theme in the 5th stanza with THE NONCHALANCE AND CARELESSNESS OF CHRIST. You're celebrating a free spirit - yourself - who free from guilt and worry is so light she can play with the abandon of a child. Your use of the spitting-metaphor is clearer to me now. It is just a metaphor and not an action. At least in America spitting is an aggressive, macho gesture. Men (and boys pretending to be men) do it just because it shocks people. Because of the intimidating aspect it is an extremely unkind gesture. Your use of it is innocent.