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The Western World (Free verse) by mrpresident Why do we do it?
We never stop
Why do we bother?
We must get to the top.
Everyday is another slog
Every morning another hell
Sitting somewhere in a deadend job
Talking on the phone 'Buy' or 'Sell'.
We never sit, relax and look
We don't have the time to read a book
Why can't we stop and enjoy
Be like a child with a brand new toy.
Up the ladder:
Junky Dreaming
Down the ladder:
Borders II
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Posted: October 2, 2003 1:37 AM PDT; Last modified: October 2, 2003 1:37 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.7758822 Overall Rank: 11352 Comments:
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cleverdevice @ 212.219.142.161
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2-Oct-03/1:51 AM
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I hate being western myself. I really wish I was Chinese, or black.
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Bachus @ 24.126.113.154
> cleverdevice
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3-Oct-03/12:08 AM
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I wish you were too.
I really donât get the sense that you have ever worked a dead-end job in your life, thus when you attempt to write about it you actually have to mention the phrase instead of creating or conjuring a metaphor that would get the job done with the desired effect. But since the experience is not there you would never think to come up with that. Nor do you even understand the concept of buying or selling or what is bought or sold by those who sell and buy. And then, yet more rhetorical questions. Think about it.
Yes, why indeed? This poeme strikes a profound chord deep within me. 10.
I really like this, it tells of someone who is stuck maybe in a dead end job and just ants to be free........
Wobderful............
Why can't people write anything but sappy shit about the same tired subjects?
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