All That's Glitterati

Smoke me a cigarette, feed me my brain

Race through my mind like a rocketing train

Wring out my soul for just one small gain:

A minute of true beauty, not 15 of Fame.

 

You might like to know - are you seeking my view?

Those people up there on the podium of flashes

Are selling their souls and getting their due

With ‘come to bed’ eyes and fluttered eyelashes.

 

Fly me away on a breeze of elation

Climbing and soaring through mad inspiration

A drag from my feelings, one big inhalation:

Just one work of Art, not this low denigration.

                          

Oh, and another thing - not being rash

Can Man’s self-respect survive all this drought?

Will it sell-off its assets for hard ready cash?

Trade-in all its culture and just go without?

 

Feed me a cigarette, smoke out my brain

Slog through my mind in the pouring rain

Trample my soul for ill-gotten gain

Then section its beauty and call it ‘insane.’

 

Can I just say - may I be so bold?

Although I am just a poor minion

All that’s glitterati is not gold

But results of a wealthy opinion.

　

　

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

Holy. S**t. I love this. Your rhyming is spectacular, not forced, not elementary, very unique. You have a strong voice here. "glitterati" -- what a curious word. A biting critique of fame, fortune, and indulgence. I adore intelligent criticisms of our society, and you certainly caught my attention with this. I honestly don't know what else to say, except that this is a fantastic piece.

[zombiikillah666]

ill review this again. :D looove it ..and ill give it 100. (: your soo good. (:

[Pareidolia]

You used rhyming to supplement the poem, not to structure it(at least that's how it felt to me), and that helped to really drive your point home as I read this piece.

[zombiikillah666]

This flows so well. i really loved reading it. Very good. :D

[Tina Kline]

Very nice rhythm and rhyming, makes reading this much more enjoyable and I like how you make your point in this and I agree with it. Very nicely done.

[Truly Ross-Wisehart]

I liked this very much.

Feed me a cigarette, smoke out my brain
Slog through my mind in the pouring rain
Trample my soul for ill-gotten gain
Then section its beauty and call it ‘insane.’

Made me think of Marilyn Monroe. Congratulations, well done!

~True

[Sara]

it's hilarious how you posted this right after 'clueless'... you kinda went a 180 here. :D i really like this poem and i think it reads more smoothly than 'human error', which i thought was a tad awkward at times (the rhyme just sounds a little more natural in this when i read it aloud). there are so many lines here that stand out, especially 'wring out my soul for just one small gain:/a minute of true beauty, not 15 of fame' -- very poignant and very true in today's culture... and the 'all that's glitterati is not gold' -- very cute little play on words there. ;) i like how you made the narrator such a soft-spoken character with the 'oh, and another thing's and the 'can i just say's; he's carrying this deep message and, unlike the 'glitterati' he speaks of, actually seems to have some tact and humility about him. good job.

[A.Lee]

I really liked the theme of this poem. You put a nice, unique twist to an old moral. Very visual. I liked the way you repeated "Smoke me a cigarette, feed me my brain" but with a different variation. Creative. Nicely done. I like this one.

[MissWordSmith]

i like the varying rhyme scheme here. the rhyme was definitely the best part of this poem.
a nice write~