Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Why must I be bored daily
told sports metaphors frail
celebrity quotes gaily
and commercial quips pale?
How does the majority
sunk in deep nescience
think they’ve the authority
to demand compliance
with their endless tedious prattle
spouting threadbare cliches & tattle?
Our minds gone apolitical
bored with analytical
views blindly hypocritical
of restraint inimical
On entertainment insistent
in narcissistic nation
turned Reality resistant
in misguided elation
Are we not head-over-heels
raiding the cash machine
in gilded automobiles
en route to guillotine?
But in these gadget-gathering times heady
we must surely have lost our heads already?
Whether buying socks or crockery
it’s about deliberation
Making right choice or face mockery
a taxing preoccupation!
Stuff made in sweatshop
makes for low price perfect!
Heady feel atop
with power to reject!
Total waste to try and humor
any purchase quandary
that’s faces our base consumer
who knows not of boundary
All opportunities acute
for a consumer resolute
Prudence never found too minute
for a consumer who’s astute
Does goods shown with perky snappiness
by such breathless marketing fanned
bring but material happiness
fulfillment in Consumer Land …
… while Peace of Mind ever vernal
must unceasingly be yearned
grasped fleetingly, though eternal
cannot be bought, might be earned
Senseless then if out shopping sheepishly
as the true price thereof piles steepishly?
What’s our pleasant ‘small talk’
but schlock while lolling?
Keeps humming, spiked by squawk
boorish & galling!
Seldom turns elevating
those leisurely oozings
of whiny ventilating
self-victimized musings
Mostly regurgitating
that not much worth saying
How tiresome, aggravating
much like brainless braying!
Small talk like cloying pies
whose flavor fading hasty
Expectations belies
beyond sugar, flour pasty
Inside hooey crumbly crust
gooey, gluey filling
for which lips & taste buds lust
rarely found fulfilling
Is not small talk a pie
over which we should cry ?
We found our mailbox crammed
brimmed with discontent
Poor thing been stuffed & jammed
pouring out lament
Her plastic sides bulging
while overflowing
readily divulging
sad contents showing:
Though a lonesome magazine
found no private letter
Advertising byzantine
‘how to stay a debtor’
Gushingly touted
quite breathlessly!
All restraint flouted
quite fecklessly!
The box didn’t gorge itself
instead invaded
it’s just a lidded elf
pounced on, degraded
Ending endless wars the sine qua non
for the reining in of the Pentagon
Still we’ll perish in climate collapse
part of the Sixth Mass Extinction
Even if changing as in time-lapse
won’t forestall Species’ eviction
We warred & consumed at our best
clinched Oblivion for the rest!
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-sine qua non = a prerequisite
-Sixth (Great) Mass Extinction = In the last half-billion years, life on Earth has been nearly wiped out five times. The planet is now entering the Sixth. Let’s give ourselves a strong hand!
-time-lapse = done by means of time-lapse photography
In the daily juggle
between truth and ruse
where’s the strength to struggle
with what seems abstruse?
Figuring out what Life asks is tough
so easier just to look for stuff!
Turning what’s clear into murky
they digress, they obfuscate
hawk what’s boring as if perky
pounce, batter & inundate
Dogged out-of-breath marketing
intrusive, titillating
in pitches self-aggrandizing
which some find mesmerizing:
Pitching to our cupidity
aided by our torpidity
Eyes locked on that Holy Grail
til death: Entertainment!
Gladly we’ll go off the rail
chasing its obtainment
Lessons dismissed, thus unlearned
Can’t pull back from the fray
repeated hangovers spurned!
So here’s another day:
to pursue that noble endeavor
of being entertained forever!