George committed suicide.
Put a neat hole on his skull,
with a 9mm he owned,
on which his fingers were wrapped.
George committed suicide.
Police appeared from the firmament,
looking suave and regal.
Checked everything there was to see,
asked hard questions to everyone.
The coroner was a thorough man,
dissected and bisected the lifeless body he had.
Then he wrote the report—his verdict:
George committed suicide.
George did shoot himself in the head,
but did he commit suicide?
The answer to that no one wanted to find.
Bank record painted picture of a drowned man:
plastic cards maxed out,
palatial home—mortgage on mortgage,
Humby and the Bugatti on the driveway.
Debt ballooned every day,
but
society kept on telling him:
in order to get counted,
live life king size.
Hesitating if one could afford was for lesser mortals;
affording things one cannot afford is the real game.
Debt, a blessing of the country and not a bane.
Showing people one had arrived
was the only thing for which he should relentlessly drive.
His wife told him so,
his children told him so,
his mom told him so,
and so did his dad.
He was a choirboy of communism,
an ardent admirer of Marx.
Then when he got to see their true faces,
he threw up in disgust.
Shaved his flowing beard,
trimmed his flowing hair,
put on a bespoke suit,
and
morphed into a capitalist.
And then on he kept rolling with the ball,
as if tomorrow shall never come.
And God said everyone is allocated a quota of happiness.
One should choose how to spend—
faster spending takes one faster to his end.
George has been living on overdraft for long;
he cannot service overdraft any more.
One day, when he stepped into the office with cheer and coffee,
a pink slip was sitting on his desk.
On that day, AI took away George's bread.
Debt chased him for far too long.
Death lurked in its shadow, relentless.
George held the gun to his head
squeezed the trigger with his last defiance,
but,
did he die by his own free will?
George's last thought:
He wished he could shatter the illusion
of free-will with C4.
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The word commit sounds like something one would do out of free-will. Faced with circumstances which offers no alternative, when someone becomes compelled to end his life- can we say he committed suicide?
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Deeply philosophical this poem paints a dark picture. It is poignant and troubling in a capitalistic society built on greed and appearance where pressure to excel beyond others is a mark of masculinity, virility and power. Two lines struck me in this poem.
And God said everyone is allocated a quota of happiness.
One should choose how to spend—
Well written and it gives one thought
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Great yarn. Made me think - something he should have done better.
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That moment where debt is called “a blessing of the country and not a bane” struck me hard. It’s biting commentary...society preaching survival through ruin. You captured it raw. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave, my friend!
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Powerful
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Jeez .. I've lost count of how many sad and sorry souls have gone down this very same route .. Say it like it so often is .. and keep saying it so well .. this is a topic that is not going to go away until values and society change .. Neville ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍
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