Abundance of Caution
The downtrodden world of boats unrockable
My abundance of caution
Is out of proportion
My embarrassment of riches
Soils my britches
.
At the end of the day
There's a price to pay
To keep my bottom line
In the black until time
.
I'm losing my mind
To find the same kind
Of people to include
In supply lines of food
.
Too cautious to mend
Too tired by day's end
The people I keep
Along with me, creep
.
The boat won't rock
When the water is the dock
Of unrockable currents'
Unshockable occurrence
.
We vermin — better than yours
Safety in numbers slams the best doors
But all of us under our rugs
Are still in a world of bugs
.
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About this poem:
People living under dictatorships just sigh and and muse, "Whatcha gonna do?"
"What can be done?" "What can I do?" The cement of acquiescence hardens even more over time when people just give up to the status quo because, after all, that's the way it's always been. And that cement is the unshakeable substrate against which one cannot rock the boat. Not without a lot of trouble.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (4)
Therein resides the fear of the impending doom that may very well befall us - and all before some realize the full force of the hit. Excellent poem, Gerard.
This is a hard world we live in, and I love how you drew us in with the soiled britches. This piece speaks volumes and detailed all the areas of our frustration in a unique and captivating way. Well done.
"worse than whips" 😔
I like this. It's humorous and profound at the same time. Well done.