Un-perfect Poem

Poetry is not about rhymes, lines, meters, or inner rhymes. It is about the soul.

I have watched all the movies

And seen most of the shows

Yet are they real?

For as I seat in this train

All I can see is not on t.v.

Here the people are real

With a life that is not an ideal

Eye brows and hair not even done

And look she has hair on her arms

Men that are fat, yet look much better

Than those men on the big screen

I see a child that is not even close

To those perfect children I have seen

I see a mother, daughter, or even wife

That look as the they want it to end

As I sit in train I think about this;

Our tv creates the ideal

And we pressure to follow

But the cost is to much even for us

For there on my right

Is that girl so skinny

And right there is a guy

With muscles of Tarzan!

They seem to be together

They seem to a pair

Yet they are arguing

About all their despairs!

A hot chick and a hot guy

Not really happy

Yet this what society

Has made for my future kids!

Not a world of acceptance

Where we all live peace

But a world of judgment

Where masks are only seen

What will happen when my child

Tries to be like those guys on tv?

Will they get hurt in the violence

Or will they die trying to be ideal?

I don’t know you,

But like this un-perfected poem

I rather have something with no rhyme

Then the future of suffering!

Reviews

Is that girl so skinny
And right there is a guy
With muscles of Tarzan!

Like these lines the best, i found some humor in this. {So very well written}