Legacy Of The Plastic Generation Poem by Leaking Pen

It is all my doing so what if I go to town
Would reckless actions make me a clown?
Greed does what greed wants and flaunts
In hindsight I wish I’d learned from ants
Unlike my self-centred life ants are industrious
I wish I learned principles of the wise among us
Worked diligently spring, summer and autumn
Avoid starving the colony from top to bottom
Putting aside reserves for upcoming winter runs
Seven years of famine then seven of plenty ones
Biblical tales I remember we were taught as kids
About a Pharaoh’s dreams paranoia on the skids
And patriarch Joseph interpretation about 7 by 7
Warning to Pharaoh to be aware of from heaven
Feast to famine unpredictability I must save
Advice grandma from her concerns she gave
Grandma been through the depression years
Her memories speak volume through her tears
She is aware of my accumulated credit card debts
While I spend more on cappuccinos and cigarettes
I believe in plastic money birthright I must be blind
I ignore monthly statements out of site out of mind
I belong wholeheartedly to a plastic generation
While the illegal work hard to avoid deportation
A tragic irony I have never learned from history
What makes me oblivious to this is a big mystery
I've acquired bad habits to be lazy and to consume
From China’s banquet spread all I can to my doom
My sickness to lust after the latest and the greatest
As if today’s acts have no tomorrow my failed test
Where to go from here with my inner fears
I cloak with a Vulcan’s logic from my peers
I hide behind debts that is my only strength
And I stretch my blinders to their full length
Am I alone I wonder in this cycle of no return?
Interest add up to my debt and I quickly burn
Then in death I cannot afford to buy an urn
A final act of shame! Is this my legacy to be?
If I had my grandmother’s principles to be free
My conscious would not have withered and died
A slow death when greed became my king
Fall flat on my face in the devil’s boxing ring
Finally here comes my predictable punch line
Hell is for a life I wasted under the sunshine.

September 1 2015 published everypoet.net
Copyright Leaking Pen