How’s it going readers?
This week’s “Poem of the Week” is for each and every single person out there who’s ever been frustrated and disgusted with all the sick, twisted, and otherwise reprehensible people in society. Trust me, I, too, have come across many a freak, creep, and scumbag myself, but believe me when I tell you to never give up hope. Good people do exist in the world, after all, and though it’s a pain in the neck to try and find them, doing so is worth it in the end. In the meantime, for those times when you still need to vent about the people who don’t fit that bill, here’s a little something you can turn to as a means of helping you vent. Without further ado, then, here’s A Rant about People. Please enjoy!
A Rant about People
January 23, 2013
People really suck sometimes,
And it makes my poor teeth grind
That each new day,
They find a way
To drive me out of my mind.
From bullies to liars to trolls
And people who are just assholes—
Why they all exist,
I just barely get the gist,
But it makes my heart grow cold
Whenever I hear or see
On the radio or the TV
Or even read about
From a columnist’s mouth
Just how rotten people can be.
This world has become so overrun
With folks who look out for “Number One”
And nobody else
Aside from themselves
That it makes my head grow numb.
Apparently, as once said in the past,
Nice guys do finish last,
For no matter the place,
They won’t get in the face
Of anyone for fear of being crass,
Even when they know they’re right,
And when compelled to use their might
For right or for wrong,
They’re the first to say so long
And be punished for struggling with their plight.
It’s not even just them, though,
Who bring me all this woe,
But also those folks
Whose brains are made of smoke
And whose stupidity shows
In every action they take
And every decision they make,
And each of their blunders
Makes me wonder
How we became such a nation of flakes,
For the stupider people are,
The more likely they are to go far,
So forget hard work,
All you naïve jerks!
Effort won’t make you any kind of star.
In fact, the less wisdom you show,
The more notoriety you grow,
And it’ll be your face
Shown all over the place
On mag covers before you know.
Talent means nothing, either,
So long as you’re a believer
In the tramp named Lady Luck.
Then, no matter when you’re stuck
And so long as you never leave her,
Fame’s always yours for the taking,
As is the fortune you’ll be making,
No matter how much
You stink and such,
No matter how much skill you’re faking.
This world’s just messed up that way,
And it only gets worse with each day
That passes on by,
And I’m still asking why
It has to be this way.
I thus that I’ll soon see
A brighter day for people like me
Who, like brave fools,
Play by the rules
And try to be the best we can be,
Who are neither brimming with hate,
Nor stupidity incarnate,
But are average Joes and Janes
Who are trying to retain
Our sanity in this messed-up state.
When that’ll be, I can’t say,
But one thing’s for sure, leastways:
I can’t afford to give in,
So I’ll keep up my chin
And keep on living each day.
Still, things have got to change, and fast,
For this low-class era can’t last,
And I’ll be damned
If serving today’s hams
Doesn’t become a thing of the past.
That should do it for this week. Thanks again for stopping by and reading, everyone, and if you haven’t subscribed yet, please feel free to. Also feel free to share my work with your friends and family through whatever form of social media you use to connect with them, and as always, be sure to visit my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk for a list of my current publications—particularly Smashwords.com, where my 25% off sale for January is still going for the next five days. It all ends on the 31st of this month, so place your purchase today. Otherwise, readers, thanks again for your time, and happy reading!
Dustin M. Weber