Polyester Pearls

You see them all the time

Walking down the street like they haven't got a care in the world

Smiles on their faces

Plastered on -

They've been frozen in time with the change of the wind



Bared chalky-whites snapping in conversation

Ellusive snippets buzzing 'round in...

Incomprehensible passages filling up the mind

The ears are open but the mind can't hear

Can't take in a thing at all



Paranoia grips.



The polyester girl...

The dizzying whirlpool swirl...

Plastic...

Fantastic...

And everything is fake!



Materialistic prototypes

The ground I walk on quakes

Derision in the hollow I create to shelter in

- And waiting is the game -

There, I feel ashamed.



They smile and I smile back

Their face will crack before mine does

They snap and I snap back

And I'm still better than they are?



I've joined the evil quandry

And I care not what they think

Now on top of all they've done

I'll add...

I make myself feel sick

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I can't say I particularly like this poem. It took about 10 minutes to write after a day with the 'pastel ppl.' Those that move and live and breathe in life but don't really seem to connect with anyone on any deep, psychological level. It's about superficiality and how easily it can rub off on others... I DO feel sick =( - EB  

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Butch Lesley's picture

A most perceptive social commentary.

Melvin Lee II's picture

A poem that speaks volumes of truth about the materialism of this world, essie.
A product of technology? A spawn from the wars we have fought? A residue from the deep recesses of man's suspicious minds? Or simply a reflection of our lofty ego?
Great title , lady...it fits this theme very well.

'Materialistic prototypes
The ground I walk on quakes
And waiting is the game
There, I feel ashamed'
THis is a powerful stanza, almost able to sum up the essence of this gem.
Smilesz.

If u can , please read a poem from my 2nd hall: Zoo.
:)
Hope u will like it ~!