'Tis the Season

The colored lights that tell us to express the joy
We've ceased to feel are lit up all around the mall.
“It's Christmas time,” so goes the call. “Now,
Buy and be, you useless drones.” We do as told,
And motor home to wonder when we'll have
The means to pay for what we give and get,
And, once the trees are in the trash, the lights
Are down, and bills begin arriving in each
Morning's mail, we'll slump and shake
Our heads again. We did our duty, didn't we?
Another celebration unaccompanied by joy.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-22 at 15:09

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