Here's a slightly surly poem I came up with this morning. Please forgive the categorization of people in the poem and the misspelled alliterations. I'm poking fun at myself along with society. It's a pleasure and a pain to not fit neatly in any particular category. I both want to fit in and be a grinding buffer against the ideals of those who know they are right. I hope you find a few gems in here. I think many people feel like they don't conform neatly within our world of This Or That.
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This Year
This year I've been
Mocked by the materialist,
Rejected by the religionist,
Raged at by the redneck,
Neutered by the newager,
Lambasted by the liberal,
Condescended to by the conservative,
Tackled by the tea partier,
Stigmatized by the socialist,
Whacked by the wealthy,
Pummeled by the poor.
This year I've been
Gutted because I use the word God in my speech
and
Pandered to because I don't subscribe to a particular version of God.
I've been
An Idiot who believes in ideals
and
a Reactionary for wanting what's real.
I was told I was
Lying when I told my truth
and
Misinformed when refusing to march to martial madness.
I sit here today in my posh poverty
and muse out loud:
"This has been a very good year."
My kids hear me for once and roll their eyes.
I think:
"Damn, I must be doing something right."
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May your categories be ever fluid... or not.
Rick
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