An -ist meeting.

An -ist meeting.

A Poem by Marina
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What pessimists, optimists, realists and the rest of ists do in their monthly meetups. 'Cause they totally happen.

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Last week we covered the empty/full glass dilemma. 
Apparently, thanks to Realist Steve here, who ruined it for us
it's just a glass with water. 
That's because it is, George.
It was half empty, Steve, EMPTY! how couldn't you see the emptiness? 
I was too focused on the glass itself, you said you bought it from Ikea? 
Ikea has unbelievaly pretty things and guys that glass was totally half full! 
It could have been completely full don't you see that?!
We're still talking about the damned glass. 
Ok Steve, fine, what do you want to talk about?
It's not like there's a point to it anyway. 
Somebody please erase the blue out of this face!
How about a nice splash of rainb-
How about you shut your rainbow-pissing mouth John. 
Alright Steve, if you had to choose between the two
which would it be? A pessimist or an optimist?
A realist.
Oh come on! 
Well I realize that any day now a car might run me down. 
That's actually pessimistic. 
Shut up, it isn't. 
Oh what do you guys know, there's no point anyway.
Who brought the nihilist in-
No one, he always lurks around
I'm not lurking, I'm seeking the void
Well did you find it then
Oh what a gloomy bunch of folks you all are! 
Look outside it's a bright sunny day!
Can someone please tune his happiness down?
Gloomy George, always the party pooper! 
I'll poop right in your goddamn f-
I'd suggest somebody switch off the sun
It shines upon my nothingness
and makes it look even bleaker and brighter somehow
Freaking hell, snap out of it
The reality is that we just are, right now, this instant.
Yeah you mean we are a bag of meat
slowly decaying through time and space 
with only the illusion of survival as our guide
Jeez, for a nihilist you sure as hell spend lots of time on these complex sentences. Is there a point for that?
Oh no...
Oh look what you did now Steve, you broke Nihilist Pete! 
I never realized the abyss would get any deeper
Are you a secret nihilist Steve? 
No I am a realist. 
...
COMRADES LET'S DESTROY BOURGEOISIE!
Hi friend! 
What the-
No, wrong door you idiot, this is not that kind of -ist meeting
Go to the next door with Marx's face on.

© 2017 Marina


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I sort of realise now. These people run governments.
They have their fingers on the nuclear button.
Should we be worried about this.
Though if someone was to obliterate Ikea. Would that be a bad thing. I mean, you see something on the floor shaped like a ball. You kick it. I don't dig there argument it's in the lightning department. You're lucky i'm not suing your a*s off. Okay off on a rant there. lol

Posted 7 Years Ago


Marina

7 Years Ago

Waiting for the reason why.
Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Something to do with finger vases that you can't get off your fingers. Then you clap your hands at t.. read more
Marina

7 Years Ago

Ugh, can't believe the intolerance of some people. lol
I love love love the use of colour and italics and the crossed out words! It says to me that there's so much going on in the poet's mind, and I truly resonate with the internal ramble! Truly well written.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Marina

7 Years Ago

Woops, I just saw that :D
Thank you a lot, I'm glad you enjoyed it, had fun writing it mysel.. read more
Now this is the sort of people i meet in the local pub.
I call them the problem unsolvers.
They could win a million pounds. But fate would be against them. Actually, they're most of my friends. lol

Posted 7 Years Ago


Marina

7 Years Ago

Change pubs. That's all I can recommend.
On the other hand, my friends try hard to win money.. read more

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Added on January 15, 2017
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Tags: pessimism, realism, optimism, nihilism, communism, sarcasm, satire

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