[Ah! Long time, no poem. My tremendous apologies. It will never happen again... Maybe. Nevermind. I can't back that up. Whoops. Stay tuned, despite the hiatus. -Theo]
Ballad of the Hedonist
You are cheating death
With each laugh out the car window
You are cheating life
With each little pill you swallow
You’re getting pleasure
But you’re skipping out on the pain
Each absent lecture
Validated, Excused in vain
You think the world is going to slow down it’s rotation
If and when you decide you don’t like your direction
You are going to threaten and beg the game to reset
But there are no plugs to pull out, No do-over buttons
You know what you’re doing
Toss your hair back, like it’s all a commercial
At least it is convincing
You look twenty one, but where’s your bible?
Your parent’s how to raise a child guide
It is sitting on the very same shelf
A puritan put it in, wanting life
Wanting to see heights, wanted to know wealth
Is that such a bad thing
Are you such a bad kid
You’re not home studying
But you can say you lived
What if you died at eighteen
Never ever had a trip, a love, a drink
Never made a chemical mistake
People will have nothing to think
Of your Saturday’s alone
Because that’s where you would be
Say goodnight in a quiet tone
Sunday’s sermon’s beckoning
It is such a debate to tackle
Since before the days of the trails to Oregon
Preserve rations until you settle
Or feast, seize the day. Until morning, party right on.
Ballad of the Hedonist
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
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Interesting! There must be a story here....
ReplyDeleteIn a word, College.
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In three words in the form of an equation,
Catholic + school = oxy-moron.
In five words including a contraction which technically might make it six although it should be seven because this is a fragment sentence,
Glad it's not about me.