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Head bobbing yes men

Jabberwocky

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This was a more stream of through deliniation rather than a concerted effort of construction. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

age defines wisdoms breath
that one recieves
shallow or perhaps swallowed in its delusion
of glamourized times

Fuzzy moments
with supermodels
and super times
and the need to recaptured a period

end of sentence new beginning
three more stages of development
to look back upon life as if your perception where red markers
changing items to make things "fit"
oh lord do i miss the good old days

shallow feelings for deep people
change thats constant
turbulence in the guise of fun
anything to match the choas i complained i wanted out of

adult life, fuck
never would have thought the things i do now
marching for a causes i never wanted to champion
just to be able to sleep once more peacefully

the tommorow that i always missed
amid days and weeks awake
art, laugher, comedy
back alleys, bars, beratment

juxtaposition
the irony of life
to be questing for things i never experienced
to deny the things i always sought

Is this the adult life i read in magazines
with newly whitened smiles placed opposite an ad for ciggeretts
deadlines, new ways to find meaning and balance
perspective through work not working on my perspective

The wisdom of then circulates the wisdom of now
as i contemplate the new that was old and new again
between puffs of chest
and head bobbing yes men.
 
Drives the poem home:

"The wisdom of then circulates the wisdom of now
as i contemplate the new that was old and new again
between puffs of chest
and head bobbing yes men."

I truly like it even though free-verse usually doesn't catch me. It's a topic I have yet to experience... seeing as how I still have my youth ;), but you portrayed the feelings and reflections strongly enough for me to sympathize. It's really a great portrayal of an average life. Which is, I assume, your main point: to mock the monotony of adult life and the world in which it lives.
 
thank you for your words. It was a mockery for sure but the subject was myself. I think man is many archetypes in one and for me i can clearly see the stages and developments of each on. Never did i think i would be a prolitariate working though wanting more. So it was more of a stream of thought like i always do with an undertone of beratement with optional ways out if viewed as needed.
 
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