W. Rod MacMasterson

Rookie (08-28-84 / A place where dreams reside)

Dissatisfaction - Poem by W. Rod MacMasterson

Frustration, I am a prisoner
Consumption they are prisoners
I am a prisoner of frustration I
know not yet a purpose
They are prisoners of consumption
running around in the same free market circus
Why do they consume, will a new car allow
their self-esteem to bloom?
Why do I consume
for new knowledge, consciousness or
perhaps a new tune

The name of this passage is dissatisfaction,
discontent, my mind is bent
Disgruntlement is my concierge, as in my
frustration I know not despair
because I shall be spared the life of…

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Dissatisfaction by W. Rod MacMasterson

  • (7/23/2006 4:52:00 AM)

    This is good it reminds me of that one Ginsberg poem that talks about a guy's cock. I guess that's all of his poems but this one is really cocky. (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Rudyard Kipling


Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

[Report Error]