A Parnassian Poem

A Parnassian Poem

Many can be called zoilists,

But how many are realists?

Idealists? Artists?

The dreamers and believers?

The optimists and pessimists?

Or have we all become senseless?

Have we realized,

That we don’t need to quomodocunquize so much,

That we no longer lead a life?

That now materialism was more common,

Than the joke of the broke college student,

Living off .25 cent ramen?

When did drugs kill 100 plus a day?

An opioid crisis with so many vices?

Nowadays, it’s a different Cold War,

We don’t fear nukes,

We fear mass shootings,

Our paranoia rooting,

Chemicals polluting,

Unfair prosecuting,

Along with unnecessary diluting,

Where is everyone?

Have they all been deported?

Sorted and then exported?
The changers?

Movers and shakers?

The people who are real and separate from liars and fakers?

Who will put their feet down?

Who will drown and who will continue to clown?

Who will hide behind shadows but secretly frown?

I may only be sixteen,

And I may not know what all those years mean,

But I know this world isn’t about money,

Or 20/20 hindsight or quiet nights,

Or for silly fights and dying lights.

You may think I am naive,

That I am “too young to understand.”

That the world is evil and I don’t need to worry about that when I am this age.

Well, when do I need to be worried?

When I have more years and half my life has passed me by?

When I have learned the difference between wise man and wise guy?

When I know that if something doesn’t change, more will die?

When I know that Pac was right,

Because Real Eyes Realize Real Lies.

I wish I could change so much,
And maybe we all need a hero,
Maybe we need to complete a revolution and pass an Act One,

Or maybe we need an Act Zero.

I want something better for this broke and decrypt world,

Maybe a story of unity and strength,
Love and compassion.

Where the human race,

Can have one single face,

Where we can all share one skin,

Even though most of us aren’t kin.

I wrote this poem to relate to parnassian,

And I also wrote this with so much passion.

I don’t think I could’ve presented it in any other fashion.

So I hope you’ll hear this message,

Before everybody will have to be looking at, battle wreckage.

Reviews

[Davidgeodemers]

Ha... you're awesome.

I've always wanted to use the word "zoilist" in a game of scrabble. But that's only one of two reasons why I know that word, the other is because it describes most of the s**t that comes out of my mouth.

I'd say something just be a critical dickhole but I'm simply too happy right now to see the word zoilist used properly in a poem.