on monogamyA Poem by delapruchna.watch the blissful couple whisper to each other about how they need to get out quick, leave their current circumstance & run, run, run, so they can get home & f**k! see the epitome of 21st century romance plastered on the facefuck page & listen to it being twatted in 140 characters, from the highest rafters--- with the images on the magazines of “happy” celebrities & the baby bumps that swell (every time the collective consumer consciousness begins to forget about them), for some reason the citizens of the empire still pretend that monogamy means something--- even though the statistics don’t lie, even though the generation of individuals who would stay together for f*****g decades, is dying off, still, there is a “moral imperative” that lingers, like the stench of rotting meat collecting flies & maggots, like we as a species owe our lives to the very religious fairy tales, which we conjured up thousands of years ago to calm our fear of diseases that we can now cure, which we conjured up to protect us from things that went bump in the night, of which we now can illuminate with electricity & buzzing neon, while choice disbelievers in the religious fairytales, still secretly entertain their own personal delusions, for they buy into the promises of the state & get their little piece of paper, knowing in their hearts that they were “meant to be together forever”--- all these lies which are supposed to gear us towards “tying the knot” & popping out rugrats like PEZ, do nothing to save two people from the inevitable decline that comes to all couples who give up on keeping themselves in shape, who give into the speed of life that charges against them, who give up & listen to their older delusional relatives who won’t stop asking why they aren’t living exactly the same way as they are, who decide to be discontented, who decide to be unhappy, who decide that yelling & screaming at one another is a way of life to be tolerated, simply because “it has to be.” © 2013 delapruch |
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Added on February 24, 2013 Last Updated on February 24, 2013 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..Writing
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