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A Civil Dinner
6-25-03
Look at us sitting here
Eating together
Aren't we civil?
We can play civil
But I'm tired of playing
So tired of pretending
In a world of pretend
So we just eat
Chat and eat
Try not to soil the
Pretty table cloth
It's white,
As white as I wished
Our souls were
Like they used to be
I didn't want to grow up
To open my eyes
And realize that earth is just
Another kind of Hell
An emotional Hell
Not the physical Hell
Our parents warned us about
Well I deal with pain just
Fine
And as I contemplate this
You continue chewing
Man, this was so deep. I get tired of feeling like that too. Like you have to put on a show for people. Why can't we just be ourselves all the time? Very good piece.
thank you so much for your comment at my site, i appreciate it much. i enjoy this poem a lot, it seems i can relate to it. those thoughts have run through my head countless times before!
I'm glad you gave me the link; this is by far one of my favorites. There's this whole "falsification of social views and society" air just swimming about it, and it is very well written.
Just thought I'd drop by, and read a little. I really like this poem, you can really apply it to any situation. When you have a deep thought, just look around yourself, and you'll understand all your cynicism perfectly. People are sheep, yet horribly persistant at trying to make you think like them... civilly. Good job.
-Ray
Wow, this is amazing, a real look at reality, well done
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