Stream of Consciousness
Society's satirical swamp
Glazing glory, luxurious riches and Amber mold A town with the tales of treasure and gold Where cars fume and around they honk And ladies in heels chat and mock The building that sprung to sky heights And plates and piano that strum all night A chandelier that dazzle and brighten their cheeks. Fetes and feasts and dancing feets And around strolls a miser in a tattered attire. Lousy and stinky, with a groaning desire Wines and eatery and commodious reside Disheveled, I linger the roadside Splendor supremo and slave's discord He stood there questioning the exalted Lord Yet under his bushy face and muddy hue A wondrous sculpture could be seen through With his hunger pangs and voracious tramp He stages the society's satirical swamp.
By Assat Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Postcarded
Here is a link to the prompt, in case you want to jump into the pool: Wish you could be here it is really an amazing place to finally let your mind go blank and not worry about all the problems of the world when you realize that there's nothing you can do anyway and why don't more people do this you'd think that they would just go for it and we would have to fight all the crowds and they just have all this place ready for the bodies and the screaming and the garbage and why don't people just stay away from this place and leave it alone and I love it here and don't want to go go go go go...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
