This is called poison today, replaced with
Happy impulses, so we can recycle deeds,
Igniting nothing, but yester year’s very bad
News, thus we ingest our chosen fume, to
Knead ourselves content, we belong, thus
Inclusion becomes our drug, and not the
Notion of improvement, which should be
Going around more often, than the hurt of reality.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A welcome return (in my opinion) to the acrostic poem. Thinking, it would seem is a very dangerous thing in this modern world, but complete obliviousness, I "think", can be something so much worse, as it makes our irrational impulses the engines of life, instead of our logic and reasoning, which makes me ask a pressing question: which is better, a thousand decisions made without thought, or one decision with all the thought in the world? Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it.
- Category: Reflection
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