For Want of Spandex Suits

We search in vain for nemeses,
The kind we see on movie screens:
The giant ape, the dinosaur, the
Brilliant, twisted, evil man, who,
Somehow, has in his possession
Weapons which can end the world.
What we face, instead, is dull:
Our dreary jobs, our way of life,
The planet slowly warming as we
Drive our cars and heat our homes,
And, somewhere, men, who aren't
So evil, sit inside their living rooms,
Made rich by payments on the loans
We've taken out to buy ourselves
The things the TV said we need.
We see ourselves submerged
In debt, enslaved by those who
Shake our hands. Defeated
By such banal things, we dream
Of finding courage and prevailing,
As do all those plucky movie
Heroes, over nemeses.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-05-17 at 17:30

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