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Welcome to Earth

Don’t make a mess.

By Paul ForshtayPublished 2 years ago 4 min read

The first thing you should know in making sense out of the world

Is probably leave it spinning like it does.

We’re not the wind, so we won’t likely change the tide

Nor extinguish what has risen; making room for all of us.

We make decisions and we learn from our mistakes.

The bold, at times, are lost, abandoned and afraid,

And our distractions keep us hopeful. Wait, for soon-

We know the sun still blinds when it’s reflecting off the moon.

Inevitably, we’re shamelessly projecting out ourselves;

Particles in a universe unfolding on itself;

Spinning circles crazily abandoned near a sun

Which intends to burn out quickly to devour everyone.

But today, we’re going shopping, so that’s gonna have to wait-

And we’ll post our food to Instagram the moment it’s on a plate

And we’ll check in fifteen seconds to see if it got some likes

And get stuck just watching videos of toddlers wrecking bikes.

Every moment’s a distraction from the stuff that’s going on,

While we wish we could stay focused and just sing about our song:

Write a poem, count our blessings, give some money to a bum

And embrace this world so tightly suffocating everyone.

What’s the purpose? Why the fight? Cause to understand our plight

Corporations and elitists would just have to take a bite

Of this stuff they call a sandwich leaving crumbs; we chomp the bit

And they say it tastes like chicken, but I’m pretty sure it’s shhhh…

Let us gather! Eat a meal! Joining hands and thanking God

For the nourishment to fuel our collective, ROCKIN’ bods.

When they ask if we are satisfied, we obediently nod,

But somehow we’re never satisfied cause hippies spared the rod.

And the powers want us silenced and just bicker to ourselves

Over produced propaganda lest we seek our higher selves

So instead of watching television, watch each others’ backs

And don’t narc upon the blow unless it’s YOU who it attacks.

Well, whatever- sorry, buddy. Should’ve stepped out of the way.

Trouble’s looming on the wicked and could strike you any day.

In the meantime, keep a hobby and a journal by your bed

Just to jot the random, funny stuff that creeps into your head.

Join a gym, lose the weight. Steady diet, looking great!

If your breath is smelling nasty, flossing’s easier today.

Read a book, quote it out, tell the world what it’s about.

Set a pedophile on fire, climb the hills, and let it out.

And if you’re going crazy, read a passage; set it right,

Cause the world is pretty hazy without inner-plaguing fights,

And just get your shit together; sell it out of a shit store,

Or just put it in a shit museum, but like I said before-

Just get your shit together just so that it’s all together,

And we’ll just keep it together. I think we should get together,

And we’ll all just live forever till the ‘Rona rubs us out,

And if that’s the case, I just don’t see what all the hype’s about.

Be productive, get a job, replace the battery in your key fob.

If you happen to check oil, get ‘er done, yessiree, Bob!

And keep a wad of napkins in your center console, too,

Cause sometimes you sneeze in traffic and then what ya gonna do?

Be sure to call your congressman to sell away your rights

While they’re lying to our faces telling us they’re gonna fight

For our freedoms, lower taxes, tighten wool over our eyes

Sending non-violent offenders to a prison privatized,

And they own it! What a shocker! Here you thought our government

Punished us when we were wicked, but it’s slavery instead

Funded by the very people sentenced there to serve their time,

So it’s not a public service when they’re funded by our dime.

I think I could write a post about modern slavery-

Post it up for all the aliens like you to come and read.

And it’ll gather hearts and thumbs, as I’m sure you’ll all agree-

Then we’ll all just go on anyway without changing a thing.

More distractions? Keep ‘em coming! We just share this silly memes!

Cause as long as we are helpless, we just laugh at everything.

It’s a joke- like a stand-up, but we’re living on our toes…

Or our knees, so let’s R-O-F-L L-M-F-A-O.

Let’s attend a festival! Flash your youthful chesticles!

Grow a pair of testicles and get out in the sun!

Living isn’t easy and we get a little dizzy, but we shouldn’t get so busy

We forget to have some fun.

Love upon your neighbor; give your mom a call.

Serve for jury duty if you ever get the gall.

Be a decent person. Forgive quickly and love strong,

And grow armor for the times when everything is going wrong.

Take the punches; take the swings- take your castle like a king-

Or a mighty, fearsome lion who owns all the light’s touching.

Keep a cushion, trust your gut, get involved and off your butt,

And just smile at a stranger while they walk to Pizza Hut.

Improving someone’s day is the way we change this earth,

And it doesn’t matter who said what or who was sorry first.

God is love. Come be God’s living in this crazy place.

If you seek HIS mighty kingdom, you must first lift up your faith,

And your voice! Let us sing! And I’m down for anything.

We can play some AC/DC or some gospel from the king.

And we’ll harmonize, and vocalize, and fantasize of local lives

Harmonious and realize the prize was always deep inside us.

Welcome to earth, just don’t make a mess, cause I doubt all your buddies would keep up with us.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Paul Forshtay

I’ve been writing all my life, but have never really sought publication by any means.

I’ve written an obituary once.

Apart from that, rant-riddled Facebook posts and endless reams of paper scattered about the States are all I’ve got.

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  • Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago

    Wonderful poem! Great work!

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