Civic Duty

A consumerist frenzy developed in me,
Like a storm which appears all at once,
Out of nowhere. I bought a new car.
Though my old one was fine, I'd grown
Tired of it. Dull and maroon, and rusting,
No longer totally functional, it had aged,
Turned into a matron who still did what
It was required to do, but couldn't coax
Any affection from me. The new car
Is red. It's lovely and younger, a mistress
To toy with and show off and pamper, a thing
Quite clearly worth its price because it's made
Me fleetingly happier. Fool and money now
Far from each other, the former, in silence,
Assesses his purchase. The frenzy
Which sparked it has gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-17 at 12:53

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