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Poor Man's Whatever


You shove yourself down our collective throats and I have had enough

I am so sick to death of you and I am throwing up with disgust

Is there anything that you won't get involved with?

First it was acting and now, oh what a surprise, politics

You act like you are a man of the people but I know this isn't true

I know this is an act because when nobody was around I saw the real you

You were always so quick to throw people under the bus

For those who you don't think are on your level, you show your true disgust

I must admit one thing, you are a great actor

But this is more in real life then when you were on stage playing a character

You know how to sell yourself and that is your greatest gift

But there is no amount of money for you that I would ever give

You are not breaking any new ground with anything that you say or do

This has already been done by people who made a much bigger impact than you

You are just repeating the same rhetoric but just on a much smaller scale

You are a big fish is a small pond that is mostly inhabited by fresh water snails

You are a Poor Man's Whatever

You are always quick with a comment but is it really that clever?

Or are you just telling people what they want to hear?

One thing I knowis that you are a phony and that has always been crystal clear

You are a Poor Man's Whatever

You are always throwing yourself into yet another endeavor

Why isn't the world sick of you yet?

I was already sick of you on the first day we met

From Too Much Unwanted Noise
Copyright 2019, Resisting Distress Publishing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Paul Ryerson

I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Highly personal attack on specific individual's hypocrisy and phoniness.

SparseMeasureDense

Dense accumulation of accusations, examples, and rhetorical questions throughout.

DarkSentimentBright

Intensely negative: disgust, contempt, rejection dominate entire poem.

StillEnergyExplosive

Explosive, accusatory tone with forceful declarations and verbal intensity.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 31-35 lines; substantial extended meditation on subject.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Multiple similes, metaphors (big fish, poor man's whatever), vivid imagery.

LyricVoiceDramatic

Primarily lyric voice with direct address; some narrative moments of witnessed behavior.

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