This present world, I think, is now a mess.
While some are destitute the rest ignore
The strife we try our best now to suppress.
Let’s take a look at how our world has died…
Without our money, we are lost at sea,
A sea of people, trapped in plastic lives
Who seem to cringe without their currency.
Without our cash, we seem all doomed to death.
With talent, we can’t go far in life.
It is no use unless one has their cash.
We’re dumb and dull as worn-down, helpless knives
That media, ads, and pop stars dominate.
So we are trapped in fruitless, stupid lives:
We need our money: coins and dollar bills.
Hi Mike, I dont want to sound harsh or anything but I wish to tell you that I find your present style of writing and subject matter mediocre in comparison to your earlier sonnets. Granted, they are more personal and entertaining, but still... i hope you haven't exhausted your thoughts of substaintial matters quite yet! Sorry for the negative input... just an opinion.
ReplyDeleteok reading over the most recent sonnets here i feel bad about what i said before. Certainly I did not mean that they aren't good, because they are, only that they don't make me think like they used to. Sorry again, hope I havent upset you...I'm only taking your project seriously :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Hillary! I love meaningful criticism. (Although, after a year of criticism from an old, unnamed individual, I'm rather sick of it.) I've gotten out of a depression-suicide period recently, so I really wanted to dive into happier topics to make myself happy again. I hope I haven't bored you! It's rather selfish -- I know...but the old me will be back soon! Without the angst and depression :)
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