We're Burning in the Melting Pot

We're Burning in the Melting Pot

A Poem by justAnumber
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Another story of alcoholism.

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The man wants peace, so he takes up a piece
the wife wants love, the message goes to the dove
the mother wants a son, he says put down the gun
the devil wants a deal, oh how does it feel?

Everybody goin to the party, lets do it up good,
the man will be there, he'd drink more if he could,
turns into a masquerade, eneubreation is the mask,
forget there is a life of problems, its the current task.
So easy to make fun, so hard to step up,
no fun in everyday, but fun in the cup,
he runs from responsibility, but running in place,
theres shame and humility, you can see in his face.

Home is the best place to go, but the worst place to be,
the wife realizes, as quick as can be,
overwhelmed, but wont admit defeat and knows of the dangers,
tells man to mature his thoughts, now far from the manger.
standing close but says no words, like strangers in line,
lost in place, lost her space, 'without you ill get mine,'
gotta go, hurry and wait, just in the nick,
the deepest cuts, labeled as bumps, just a little prick.

Weapons of mass destruction come in many forms,
nicotines, alcohols, nuculears and chloroforms,
aiming the bottle at her head, begging for attention,
i drink to be happy, 'thats not what i meant, son.'
Poison to the liver, disappointment to the rest,
no remains of the first, settle for second best,
death of a salesman, life of a hero,
strength of the brethren, look past the tears though.

Always a knife in the back,on the easy way out,
you can see the right path, but you're on another route,
sell your soul, satan's SOULdier, seems peachy now,
the fun fades, and pain sets in, soon you'll wonder how.
Putting all of your cash in the devil's offering,
material things become spoiled little offspring,
trying to buy happy, losing everything that matters,
but the more expensive gun wont change how blood spatters.

© 2010 justAnumber


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Urban plights, addiction, poverty, etc. battle down the page like war fare. Not sure what you're intent was here, but definitely colors a picture of many shades.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I'm not sure if I followed all of this, but the parts that I did were great- I love the rhyme scheme, and how it controls the piece without fully dominating it. Nice write.

-Coral-

Posted 14 Years Ago


The machine gun style compliments this piece quite well. Very well thought out. And passionately put. Nice job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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A Poem by justAnumber