A Feeble Plea Remastered

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Your daze is ecstasy in disguise

You sit in a rocking chair right next to the door
You are cramped, aching, and woefully sore
There is no point to get up off your chair
For the world is abysmally grey outside this lair
There is no door, only your own imprisonment
Yet I have a plea and require your listening

You wallow over the insignificance of inferiority
You, and the damned majority
Your rocking chair is bleak and horrid this night
Yet across the sea they still put up a fight
You set your own rules your broken-down station
Yet across the sea the only rule is starvation

We sit broken messes
Wallowing over fate's caresses
Why couldn't that have gone splendidly?
Why does nobody understand me?
These questions are irrelevant for the little boy
Sniffing glue in a gutter with the rubbish as toys

I have one plea for you, my fortuitous majesty
Saxicolous creature chair bound sitting
Take a moment to appreciate everything
What you have is unbelievably precious
For those lying within poverty's tendrils
Suffocating in society's disregard
Unbeknown to your pleasuring façade

Some sit watching you without eyes.















Lucky number 50! This book's only been up for a few weeks and it's already got heaps of support. It's even in the top 200 of poetry as of writing this. I have no idea how those ratings work, but I'm not complaining. Thanks for reading peoples. Especially Silent senpai, sweet pea and some random guy called David for reading it all and commenting so much 😉

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