Poem By Joel Smith

Do what your told
respect your elders
be seen an not heard
say and do whatever you like
as long as we approve
its called truth
like power in the hands of the corrupt

Your young sew your oats
settle down, find a wife
have a child
abandon independence
its called maturity
like all natural male enhancement

The house with the white picket fence
the dog, the two children
the American flag overhead
its called Paradise
like a world without imagination

40 hours a week,52 weeks a year
50 years
better save up, better get as much as you can
its called life
like a slave with no hope of escape

Comments about Existence

i love that poem completely its just amazing i can think of any other words
wicked poem very true well done

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On the day before the rivals
took the court an pushed their vitals
i was alone
i was home


Excuse my empty head
I awoke in eighty-one and found myself dead
I'm gonna talk
I'm gonna play


I know myself
I know my sin
whatever never happened
happened again


I arrived down at the scepter
where the tombs were on display
glass cases cant be broken


Lets all think positive and be decieved
optimism blinds the naive

I am beyond salvation