Not taking life seriously
is the way to be
Not taking women seriously
is the way to be
Not taking bosses, or bills, or existential inconveniences
seriously
is the way to be
or else
it’s the news or a hobby
that we take seriously
and
we become like everybody
Angry at inflation, taxes, impending nuclear war
dissatisfied with golf, unable to game the system
lacking guts to kill big game.
Frustration, is the young man’s poison
that he drinks
continuously.
Nobody cares about his efforts
despite his complaining, endlessly
There is no ‘A’ for effort, no points for second place
A 4.0 student will be the least prepared for life
Women have more of a chip on their shoulder than men do
because they have been told “they can’t” for so long.
Now they are doing everything “they can”
and
they aren’t happy.
Half of women are on anti-depressants
Half of men have contemplated suicide
Half of marriages end in divorce
the other half
pretends in public
that they have the perfect life.
If a man can’t be best at something
he searches for
how to cope with something
singing his favorite music
getting stoned with the rolling stones
catching no moss
on the down-side
of depression mountain
and not feeling better, for his efforts.
Those kids in high school
who were already depressed
never had a chance.
They believed
they were going to be
something
but their dream could only last for 8 years
like 8 hours of sleep
until they woke up
to the realities.
Now, the editors taunt me
I understand their job is a grind.
Just think how awful it would be
to read bad poetry
all day
from sycophantic premadonnas
who think they are geniuses
who send nasty replies
to automated emails
“You didn’t even read my poem! Why won’t you give me a chance?”
I guess I should be thankful that I get snarky shit
from the sharks of the soulless sea
who make pennies, from the morons who write well enough
for little magazines
The suffering of the world is poetry.
Until the poets can learn to love pain, injustice, and evil
they will never be able to say something true.
Everybody loves a poem about love
but if you write a poem about hate
that people love
you have done, what writers are supposed to do
They look into the cracks
and see more than drugs and ass
Society is fractured, because it has so much pain
They think, they can fuck their pain away.
Why do people keep having children in starving countries
where soldiers, aids, and lions
feast on human remains?
Because nature survives in the worst conditions
it thrives…
In the West, women don’t want to have children
and the collapse is coming
like a game of dominoes
or a poorly planned hand of hearts
the queen of spades
digging mass-graves
for the children who were never born.
We are nature, sorting ourselves out
shouting
like a hurricane, ripping through towns and schools
We have to learn the hard way
life is not an easy ‘A’
If you don’t make the grade
you can’t come back.
We teach the opposite of what’s true
Is it any surprise
that the good student goes back to school
and does something bad?
Too many nice guys walk into the world
and don’t know what to do
when the women laugh
at them
and laugh
and laugh.
What if their teachers taught
the way they were supposed to?
Dropping out of Harvard, to become a billionaire
still being a beta-male
Men
can’t become the men
they want to
be
Women
have seen to that
“The weaker sex?”
“Really?”
I walk down the streets
becoming more
who I want to be
whispering words
to myself
like a homeless man
plagued by insanity
unplugged
from society—that appliance, that isn’t good for anybody
convenient and comfortable
a cancer
that spreads, until we kill it
Words won’t do it
they only help
to cope with the pain.
Whew—like a cross between Allen Ginsberg and Lewis Black
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I’m glad that there was some comedy in there! It was the depressing take on the absurd situation we find ourselves in. Thanks for reading, Patrick Cole!
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Yes, a writer’s job is to look into the cracks and see “more than…” But a good writer’s job is to acknowledge the darkness and hopelessness and despair, and dig beneath that, too, until we find the spark of life, the spark of why, the spark of meaning that keeps people going and trying and struggling despite it all. The spark is always there. The lazy writer gives up and sinks into the pit, because he’s seen too much of the bleakness. The true writer reminds the reader why he or she is so very much in love with life.
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Being lazy is okay. Some of us will inspire, and some of us will be lazy. Thanks for reading The Girl from Jupiter, and for your thoughts!
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