Weasels Poem by Weldon Davis
Weasels
Like weasels they snicker
In dark corners
They laugh at the idealists
The poets
Criticizing every verse
Every thought
Like it should be embarrassing
To have a mind of your own
To them it is (embarrassing)
I wonder if ever
These people ever step out of their
Safe zones for once
-Or-
Are they just oblivious
To how truly nauseating they are
Sure I may be wrong
From time to time
My actions
The ones I've done
-Or-
The ones I contemplate
Keep me awake most nights
I feel like at times
I'm at the mercy of these creatures
These spineless followers who laugh
At my misfortunes
Yet want credit for my successes
I can't shake them
The world is over run with them
Full of them
Pretty soon
(If not now)
I'll be on the endangered species list
Me and my kind
The kind of people
Who are courageous enough
To bring forth original thoughts
No matter the consequence
No matter how many weasels
Snicker in dark corners
At something they'll never understand
Nor dare be
'Like weasels they snicker In dark corners' two lines into the poem and I already loved it
The weasels are the critics and moochers who have no original ideas of their own..yet laugh or balk at people who dream..There is an assault on creativity in this world and its up to us as poets and thinkers to call them on their bs..Thanks again for your comment and read I appreciate it :)
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4/25/2024 6:06:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It seems these types of people are all over and are compensating for their shortcomings. Well written, Weldon