POEM: The Running Joke
THE RUNNING JOKE
I
pity the man who thinks life revolves around money
I
pity the woman who thinks life revolves around sex
For
neither can amount to anything unless there is a degree of meaning involved
And
where do we find that meaning?
Is
there something profound that we all seem to miss while sifting through the
wrong selections?
No
We’re
taught that money rules
We’re
shown that sex controls
And
we have no reason not to believe
All
the signs are pointing there
All
the evidence leads us there
And
so we exist;
Mounting
and spending and fornicating and money making
If
we don’t get what we want we cut someone else off
If
we don’t get promoted we make the next likely candidate’s life a living hell
If
we lose a bet we are bitter
We
are a selfish, crude and arrogant race, men,
And
we have made the world what it is;
A
running joke,
A
monument to our own narcissism
And
I suspect the only one who isn’t laughing
is God
© Dean R Boic 2015
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