Consumer
An Acrostic Critiquing Consumerism from a Consumer Slave
Cursed to consume
Only when I’m spending am I worthy
Never rest or escape the rat race
Slaving to corporate America, working long days to pay their way
Upscale life has me living day to day
Maybe one day I’ll escape, and stop being a slave
Every day has me running ragged and depraved
Remorse and regrets after bills paid
About the Creator
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The Beauty Of A Breeze
The beauty of a breeze invisible to sight, except for swaying shrubs and the rustling of leaves. Your soft essence washes over me with ease, bringing such delight, tickling my face, your gust hits me like a kiss and leaves me amazed, as my every worry you erase, then almost flirtatiously you motion to me with the trees.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
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I'm sure many of us would be able to relate to this. Loved your poem!