platitudes, ah platitudes. . .
paucity of penury
when not enough
is too much
non-existent forgiveness
lines road to somewhere
all signs point
to
pot of gold --
more than wrong
clandestine advertiser's slick
fleece fools
waiting in line for it
anticipation is killing them
hyperbole notwithstanding
they wait and wait.
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Miles of Smiles.
Miles of Smiles. (Notwithstanding)
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Thank you, Shirley~~! Vcitor
Thank you, Shirley~~!
Vcitor
Victor...
this is one of those little poems that I have to read several times because so much is packed in so little words.
I agree with Lonnie, I can feel distinct irony running through each word.
I think one of the most difficult things in poetry is finding that place where what is written is so much more than just the words and lines.
This to me is a good example of that quality found.
An excellent write.
Thank you, Jim.
Thank you, Jim.
Irony, you bet!!
Victor