Nobody Is Going To Stop

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nobody is going to stop,
Wishing to dream...
For things they have not.
And nobody is about to drop,
Their seeking to reach teased beliefs...
They see themselves successful,
With a climbing to do to mountaintops.

Who doesn't live to have needs pleased?
That nobody is going to stop.
And who doesn't live with those fantasies,
Bombarded everyday to be seen on TV?

We all live on a daily basis,
Being teased to have what others have got.
And nobody's going to stop the marketing,
That produces dollars to fill pockets...
Done to do to have eyes pop and jaws to drop.

And round and round the carousel goes.
With wishes to grab onto that brass ring exposed.
And getting that something to cherish like gold,
Everyone wants.
To be flaunted among others.
As a slow stroll is done to get attention that comes.

We all live on a daily basis,
Being teased to have what others have got.
And nobody's going to stop the marketing,
That produces dollars to fill pockets...
Done to do to have eyes pop and jaws to drop.

Who doesn't live to have needs pleased?
That nobody is going to stop.
And who doesn't live with those fantasies,
Bombarded everyday to be seen on TV?
That nobody is going to stop.

Nobody is going to stop,
Wishing to dream...
For things they have not.
And nobody is about to drop,
Their seeking to reach teased beliefs...
They see themselves successful,
With a climbing to do to mountaintops.

Nobody is going to stop,
Wishing to dream...
For things they have not.
Nobody is going to stop,
Wanting to impress.
Even if it means the doing of it,
Leaves them in debt.
And deepening depths of depression.
Proven to stay costly.
With a regretted effectiveness that's left.

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