Poem Flotsam And Jetsam

Tweet

Another catch-up Jessa Lyn @Jessicalynnt poetry challenge piece, this time inspired by and using the five words ‘Adrift, bitter, flow, need, and lost’. Poem Flotsam And Jetsam Cast adrift, discombobulated My grip on reality is somewhat dislocated. I need to know what time it is and where I am But I can’t even tell the difference between marmalade and jam Or why white always moves first in a game of chess Which sounds racist to me – Am I really such a mess? People tell me I should chill out and roll with the flow But down the plughole to the sewers is not where I want to go. I’d rather go against the tide, hiding away inside Until the invasion of the utterly pointless is through Or I find something useful and meaningful to do. I crave directions, but not One Direction Or some other boy band juke box selection. I’m lost, all at sea in an ocean of trivial concerns Embittered by swirling, eddying twists and turns Such as why a guitar G-String became the name for a near naked gusset And just what the point is behind Selfies – I simply can’t suss it. I’m feeling sea-sick, and jaded and increasingly torn Like the brand new jeans I see sold with holes before they’ve been worn, Ripped into them before they even get to the shop. I wish I could make the petty niggling little worries stop So I can reflect on the important things in life Such as why we suffer conflict, crimes, sickness and strife Rather than who to vote for on reality TV Or whether the opposing football team deserved their winning penalty. Socrates died for corrupting the mind I wonder what he would think if he was to find Himself cast into our narrow minded modern society Where crap comes in every colour and variety And no one considers the important stuff – Time to change the subject – I’ve had enough. Arthur Chappell