A Styrofoam Cup in the Ocean

She drifts through the universe
A styrofoam  cup in the ocean
Her claims are of superior things
A descendant of fine china

Nothing singes modesty
Like pretentious, not quite tupperware
She shines, but only through her glasses
She's a styrofoam cup in the ocean
Floating while gloating how she swims

How long before the tides go?
Surely some day she must happen upon the shore
As the bottle she isn't and speechless
No message in the styrofoam cup

Author's Note

This is mostly an inside joke between a couple friends but I still thought to share it because there is a hint of metaphorical value. Hope you like....

Reviews

[John F Carver]

Absolutely captured it. But coming ashore without your pretense is dying I think. And, if anything is senseless it is worrying about death when one should be living life to the fullest. Like always I really enjoy your stuff Keely Jane, it dares talk of styrofoam cups which clearly has very little to do with what is truly you. Thanks for being real, for daring to be a styrofoam cup in the ocean of sad realism. I am glad it is only real, there is so much more to us than stark reality.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Love allegory :) great job and thanks for sharing Keely.

[quinfinn]

i think i know this nuance, maybe vaguely and maybe intimately. not privy to your inside joke but touched, nonetheless. well done and nicely penned.

[Phoenix]

admiring job Kelly

[Basu Gupta]

hey that's good and a little wise....admiring job Kelly..