Psst! You there, looking aimlessly,
there’s something lacking in your life,
I’m sure you will agree,
so, come on over, to the shelves,
and look at me on top, for
I am sweet medicine, I’m a bottle of pop,
pay for me or steal me,
I don’t bloody care, I just want me
in you, so I can make the air,
the air you breath, the thoughts
you think, the fear of losing out,
a number in the merry mob, cheering all about,
your wayward smile; I will make;
so easily attractive, for everybody’s doing it,
the joy; so hyperactive,
there is no you, only us,
#in the game,
take no responsibility; as piety is pain,
don’t challenge me, you won’t win,
my numbers; make the code,
every single kid, has grown up on my road,
so swallow down; my sugar shit,
bandwagons make your ethics, as you cannot
make the change; you monkey breaking sticks, thus,
become both lost and found,
your life is just recycled,
like my plastic bottle, immortal and unbridled,
oi! Where are you off too? There’s no teacher
in attendance, hence, wait in line; to commit a crime,
and serve out your life sentence!
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AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2026 08:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Question: what is more important to you, being accepted into a crowd, or questioning what that crowd has deemed correct? When it comes to humanity, and the dire inner workings of "merry mobs", "cliques" "religions" and "political parties", it would seem, that the latter is never thought of at all, as the popular opinion is the only thing that matters, for it becomes the system, even if it's content is morally wrong. Meaning that people who are marginally different and start to question such "virtues", they are socially demonised and are even prosecuted and "dealt with", of which "congratulations" to any baloney court who's ever hanged a witch! (They were free thinking women, who were master apothecarists who wanted to help, and you know it!) Fast forward to today, to the irritation of the new "fleshling robot" people, popular opinion has got out of control, to the point that the design for life has now become a cancel fest, fueled by double standards and hypocrisies. Just because it's popular, does not make it correct! In fact, with what has happened recently, and is still allowed to occur, because it's popular, it makes it dangerous! With that said, I give this poem entitled: "Bottle of Pop", with a piece of clipart that perfectly visualises the snide pride heart of what makes up the popular opinion, along with the banner picture depicting the bubbling allure of it all. Again, I am not trying to diminish a general sense of enjoyment here, but I repeat my thought; that we really do need to be better than this folks, we really do! I hope that you enjoy this and take something from it, and as always, please do stay safe in the madness everyone!
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Herd mentality all for acceptance widely known to be in effect we are a social species that leaves us open to so many wrongs and injustices yet on we go with no thought. I being a rebel and comfortable alone feel it less but still there is a magnetic force that pulls on us all. A lovely write
Thanks for the read and for your wonderful evaluative comments sorenbarrett, they are very much appreciated.
My continuous irk, is, when it comes to our species, everything under the sun (barring the weather and any earthly processes such as earthquakes, floods, etc.) are chosen by us, and choices are designs and designs can be remade. Natural processes are ancient processes that cannot be altered, but what we have made can be, and our hyper-sentient make-up, should recognise that life should be easier to live, so why have we made it so unnecessarily hard in its design? It really concerns me, that humanity continues to make rods for its own back. The reason why there is a cost of living crisis is because humanity has made it so, the reason why the same wars for the same political and religious reasons are still happening is because humanity has made it so. Our design for life, via poisonous popular traits, that are so slovenly recycled generation to generation, makes our own self-extinction machine, it is abhorrent!
I apologise for the rant, but it is what I feel, and I do take your above words, and understand that there cannot be such a thing as a perfect human being, but does that give our species the right to perfect imperfection? I do not know!
Thank you again, and I hope that all is well.
Nicely said and I would not disagree we elect our officials and put up with their corruption and our own faulty system people are easily anesthetized growing accustomed to what is. Feelings of lack of control, need for group acceptance, ignorance and just plain laziness come into play. I don't pretend to have the answer
Fine, fun words Ben. So many questions remain unanswered in this ever complex world we now live in, may be it will be fixed in time.
Hope you are well.
Andy
Thanks for the read, for your enthusiastic perplexing words and kind praise, it is very much appreciated.
Just like my above comment to sorenbarrett, those are some of my questions that I would like answering, but it is clear that the pain of humanity is created by humanity itself, and such a design for life, has sadly meant, that a fair few people regard suicide a holiday to look forward to.
It is a very harsh thing to state, but so is such a hard design for life, which in this modern era is always being made too over-complicated to lead.
To say that I do not like being human, is an understatement, but someday, I would like to, when certain blatant and base improvements have been made.
Thanks again, I am OKish, and I hope that all is well.
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