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Downtown Sellout

Submitted by Search on Thu, 2012-02-23 01:25

I was kicked in the the face,
beat up and pulled away,
left astray,
So I took a little walk,
And ended up at the boulevard,
And as I glanced back at the road I had walked on,
I was amazed as to how far from home I had come from,
So I stared the city in the face,
And once more I was amazed,
To realize how much society had lost its grace,
It was never that hard to keep a steady pace,
But no one will raise a voice in this fake place,
So I carried on,
To this day I walk on,
To one day turn around and flip off this sellout in the face.

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weirdelf

Thu, 2012-02-23 01:38

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If uou were beaten so badly in the first 3 lines, you don't walk away, you lie down, fight back if you can or carry yourself with dignity, the dignity of not being a perpetrator.

There seems to me a lack of internal logic.

The last line doesn't make sense to me.

Explain it to me. Often lately I fail to understand poems, please help me.

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Search

Thu, 2012-02-23 02:51

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Imagine a drunk guy who's been thrown out of a bar, he's not really capable of fighting and he's not really in the mood to fight anyway. This is why the narrator isn't fighting back or pushing on. So now the narrator is on his journey in the city, where he is able to see what the city has actually become, while everyone else is blinded by media, mainstream, and a bunch of other crap. No one is really gonna stand up and say " Hey wait a minute, a lot of this stuff is all BULLS*@T!" So the narrator has to put up with all this mainstream crap that has destroyed something that was already good and enjoyable for everyone. And finally, the last line. The narrator really doesn't have the power to make much change in a society of mainstream brainwashed idiots, so he waits for the perfect opportunity when he can quite literally flip off all the sellouts and fakes; and expose that they really aren't important at all. Hope this helps. I really miss the 90s.

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weirdelf

Thu, 2012-02-23 03:03

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Now see if you can make the reader understand.

Many will. I didn't. But I often miss the meaning of poems, so don't take it to heart.

cheers,
Jess
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'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

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