The Whole Put-On Poem by Rod M.Peters
The Whole Put-On
The mad dance of the pretentious
Cardboard cutouts hoped to impress me
With their rhinestone-speckled clothes,
Hopping about to the hypnotic beat
Of catchy little tunes and flickering lights,
Weaving their way through colored mists,
Hoping to bargain for some credibility.
They garner praises from sycophantic
Audiences thinking they're the real deal,
Looking agape, fixed down by two-inch nails,
Dazzled, dumb-struck, thinking nothing
Of the fact that they are unable
To move around to get a different
Angle on this modern tragic-comedy.
How many overcame the prudish admonition
To ‘remain in your chair'?
How many thought, like me,
To leave their pants nailed to the seat
And run half naked down Life's narrow aisles
Deciding that ridicule was a bargain price
For a chance to swat the nagging doubt?
Did someone also notice
They had no depth to them?
Was it only me that saw the whole put-on?
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5/8/2024 12:35:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i like hopping and hoping in the same stanza. fixed down by two-inch nails, ........didn't get this. we aren't talking crucifiction, or is that crucifixion. ARE WE? but i really don't get the 2-nails part. And run half naked down Life's narrow aisles............watch out for those old ladies shopping for the cat food. [for themselves OR? their cats] favorite lines: Deciding that ridicule was a bargain price For a chance to swat the nagging doubt? well, I LIKE watching young ladies parading through colored mists, rhinestones or not. am i taking something literally which i'm not supposed to? bri :)
Suppose, dear friend, that perhaps, just perhaps, reality is not exactly what it seems, that some agency whether human or superhuman (more likely elements of both) has put up a grand show to keep us distracted from finding out inconvenient truths, that we’re all dazzled by this ‘smoke and mirrors’ spectacle and have been (figuratively speaking) ‘nailed to our seats’, that is, conditioned to not be able to get a different angle on things. Of course, if you so much as suggest a thing like this you’re immediately exposed to ridicule, or not? Well, would you not pay the price of ridicule and do your best effort to divest yourself of the false assumptions that are holding you down (i.e., ‘go naked’) to try and pull the curtains and expose the ‘man’ running the show? Incidentally and in reference to one of the best works of fiction produced by your country, I’ve always thought that Toto (the staunch little pooch) was the real star in the old Oz story, exposing that phony wizard for the fraud he was.