It’s interesting how guys like my friend Tommy opt to participate in programs like Big Brothers Big Sisters, proactive programs, who are in such upsettingly unfortunate situations with such unsettlingly unsure futures. Tommy is taking his future into his own hands. He knows that he can and deserves a better hand than the cards he was dealt. I am surrounded by the most fortunate of people. People who opt to do just the opposite of Tommy. Surronded by guys with every door cracked open for them. All they have to do it nudge the door ajar whereas Tommy’s door is bolted shut. Someone give this kid a chainsaw. Thank you. I have become more and more hostile to former friends who I am forced to witness flush their lives away. If you’re not going to use your future, can I give it to Tommy? He really wants it.
I wrote this poem reflecting on the aloofness and laziness that has unhealthily surrounded me for too long. What can I do other than reflect and plan to react proactively, like Tommy.
the Pretender
Amidst thwarted kings crowns
and burglarized barnacle bars,
a' throne lies our great Pretender
pockets packed with hours of ours
His escapades delightful,
His smile unbesmirched,
His coruscating crowns cosmeticize
His character of dirt
And as us minions leave the court
distressed, disillusioned and disturbed
we bid you adiedu! Oh, great Pretender
to wallow and to weep, while unheard
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Made me cry.
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