The machinations of modern man

Flaccid men
Prance around
In woolen suits
And starched souls…
Yet
Their glittery eyes
Speak of a
Fragility…
So far removed
From the
Men within;
Their bells and
Whistles make
Disclaimers and
Declare that no
Such thing exists…
And
As each year
Transpires
More threads
Are lost
Until there is
No way left
For them
To return…
The unraveling complete;
The soul no longer knows
The self…

20th November

The machinations of modern man by 


when i go to the city i see these suited men
this is a poem inspired by them…
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  • mYmEMine
    mYmEMineover 2 years ago

    Great poem su2anne! It tells the story of modern made who has gained the world and lost his soul. He wandered too far into the propaganda and materialism.

  • thank you Philip…
    i feel very strongly about this

    – su2anne

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