Sour Sugar
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
or all delusional and refusing-to-grow-up-adults, sometimes a little levity coated skepticism makes the risk of experience palatable. Cynical I'm not. Reality based I am. Oh, don't get me wrong. There is love, void of the mystical power trip that some would have you believe THE REALITY. Of course, in the words of the cryptic comedian Dennis Miller "It's just my opinion, I could be wrong,” but there’s…
Monday, June 5, 2017
Sour Sugar
Cotton candy happy,
swirling in it cocoon of anticipation,
coloring itself to fit your mood,
served up by an over-weight bully in the pulpit.
And all for happy.
Doesn’t last long, though,
this euphoria of mind,
today’s relationship,
tomorrow’s Big Deal gone bad.
BFFs the primary choice…
Jock buddies “On the Road” for some,
executive “Mad Men” washroom rewards for others,
with gold watches and golden parachutes for time served.
All become…
Tomorrow’s dumpster of limpid cones,
once swirling with fluffy sugar,
the sweetness of smiles,
the innocence of childhood,
now but a carnival of horrors…
Beware…
Such sweet-laced happy is
sour remorse…coming.
I'm not cynical either although I do write satire that has a cynical sting to it from time to time.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane