Miserable Grouse
Miserable grouse lived in a suitable house
with his suitable spouse, children, digital T.V.,
S.U.V., and Nintendo Wii
he had it all but wanted more
a fully fledged commercial whore.
But he wasn’t happy with his lot
with what he’d achieved and what he’d got,
he cared little for the News
relying as he did, on ill informed tabloid views,
he didn’t understand or care about the World
only his own superficial existence and
when the latest gadget would be unfurled.
Getting into debt with money he didn’t have
for things he didn’t need
deceived into an advertised lifestyle
a member of the flock
the ignorant sheeple of greed.
Miserable Grouse? Miserable indeed…
But miserable grouse had a dark monstrous secret
he kept from one and all
one that could destroy his unhappy empire
and complete his fall.
He’d missed the news bulletins that day
about the missing children, war, and worldly gloom
He was on the internet…a loathsome predator
looking for more innocent victims to groom…
…When suddenly his screen went dead, his face turned red
and all the power went from the room...
and then from his suitable house.
Miserable grouse in a rage, swore at his suitable spouse
who checked the fuses and found nothing amiss
except for the lack of passion and the occasional kiss…
if she only knew.
A corruptor of innocence lost in the darkness
ran from his suitable house into the street
it was the same everywhere, everyone was powerless
With nothing suitable with which fate to greet
The ominous atmosphere filled the grouse with fear
his lips began to tremble and eyes began to tear
as he looked towards the skies he saw his victim’s faces
in the hellfire now racing across the firmament
vengeful angels stripping his flesh from bone
ensuring his torment would be suitably permanent.
There can be no justice in the elimination of a race
but in this one individual case?
The beast had released Armageddon upon an unsuspecting world
and what had gone before, really wouldn’t matter anymore.
Paul Williams©2008
Be safe,
Karen
But as always most powerful written in the Paul William style!!
Love Tinka (chuckie)
Now on to this poem. Is the grouse capitalism, or perhaps its evil ancillary consumerism? I wonder though, when if ever, has man not coveted more than he can afford?
What the grouse should have done was get a cheap flight to the States; to the British it is as if everything is half-price over here. I paid $3.50 GBP for 100 ml of coke in London. That comes to about $7.15 US for what costs here around $0.50. Oy!!! talk about grousing.
Be well ~ Sara
And Happy New Year to You, Sparky - Enjoy it while you can!
ET
We gotta go mish with gr8 k8 a few times before spring.
Its always fun fun fun....
Glad all is tops......
Glad you're back here.
Great seeing you again!
Susan
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