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What happened to the days when we didn't have to worry, All the people are stuck in such a hurry, chasing the dollar of perfection, the life of their dream, but is it everything they wanted for, What happens when you can't want more. When will it be enough, when will you learn how to breathe, We can't imagine life without another dream. Five year plans, stocks and bonds, 401k's and healthcare plans, We think we have it all figured out, but is this really, what living is all about, What happened to the days when family was enough, what happened to the days when we weren't obsessed with material stuff, Carbon Copy houses popping up everywhere, all of us living in one huge square. Living the same lives in a slightly different way, We ask about the weather, and we comment on the day, Just another day, of rinse and repeat, and we need a computer just to ******* meet. What happened to the days when we didn't have to worry, All the people are stuck in such a hurry, fighting to keep up with the rest of mankind, looking for something that they'll never find. Thinking about the next move speeding in the HOV, thinking "God I wish that was me". Isn't it lovely. Isn't it nice. Where can I buy it, How much is the price. Is it really, all it's cracked up to be, There's so much in the world to see, We all wish we were loaded, and then we wouldn't have to choose, we could run all over the world in our designer shoes, and we could have it all, like the rich and famous, but instead we just die trying, trying to be something that'll earn respect, respect of people we don't even know, but it doesn't matter, as long as they see what we show, this is my house, this my car, where are you at, have you gotten this far?. Am I doing more than you, I feel better just as long as I do. What happened to the days when we didn't have to worry. All the people are stuck in such a hurry. Driving down 59 for your nine to five, fighting through traffic just to survive, Inhaling pollution in your hybrid car, never going anywhere far. Eventhough it took an hour to get where you are. and it's all okay at the end of the day, because we get three hours in our custom home, and we have wheels with lots of chrome, and this is what its all about, this is something you shouldn't doubt, We party like ******* rock stars, but really we just pretend, spending all our money just to keep up with the latest trend, so what happens when we all hit a dead end. All the pretty people with plastic perfect faces, walking the same steps, in all of the same places. Robots running the streets in a gingerbread town. and It's all okay as we swallow the lexapro down, and we can't feel our face, so we can't frown. Is it really who we want to be, is it really all it's cracked up to be, What happened to the days when we didn't have to worry, Now, all the people are stuck in such a hurry.

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I like it. It is what poetry is all about.





Of course when you print it out or post it elsewhere, someplace with less space restrictions, you can format it in a little more tradtional way for poetry. Not so much a long narrative but with stanzas and stuff.





Wouldn't be cool if poetry could really change the world? Make people wake up and really see what they are doing to their lives and world? Its a dream of mine to assemble an anthology of these kinds of poems from unknown poets and then spring on the unsuspecting planet.
Reply:This rocks.
Reply:i really like it. i think you need a better ending though. it's a little abrubt, but i love all your examples.
Reply:huge
Reply:Wow, I know you had to write it that way to get it all on the page for yahoo, it's super! But do ya need the bad language?



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