Random Ramblings on a Park Bench
Narcissistic Beauty Queen always striving for perfectionNobody's perfect though--not even her.Naively Happy Little Boy singing his song and laughingThings don't stay simple--as he will find out.Eternally Rushed Committer of White Collar Crime pretending to be an honest family manEveryone knows--but they're all doing the same.None of them take notice of me.Except for one--The Suicidal Starving Artist.Mutual fascinationHuman relationsMental celebrationsLack of patienceAutomationsPointless fixationsUltimate frustrationToo many temptationsThousands of sensationsMisinterpretationsBut that's what life is...Perhaps I am wrongMaybe these are justMy own random ramblingsThe ramblings of a madwoman,Screaming in a padded cellAppearing sane to othersAnd never standing out in the crowd,Just one of the manyThat no one seems to notice.All too involved in their own livesTo ever really look at anyone else's.Lack of conversationSelfish generationOutrageous expectationsIsolationHesitationStrange situationsImaginationInfatuationExplanationsRevelationsSo much world and so few words.The Beauty Queen worries about her hair,The Little Boy concentrates on his new red balloon,And the Committer of White Collar Crime thinks of stocks.The world keeps turning,People keep moving,And though no one notices,I am here.I have never written a random poem like this. I'm curious to find out what everyone thinks, so please give me some comments... Written August 17th, 2001 © on Aug 17 2001 04:18 AM PST 0 • 9 • 10
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"Narcissistic Beauty Queen always striving for perfectionNobody's perfect though--not even her.Naively Happy Little Boy singing his song and laughingThings don't stay simple--as he will find out.Eternally Rushed Committer of White Collar Crime pretending to be an honest family manEveryone knows--but they're all doing the same.None of them take notice of me.Except for one--The Suicidal Starving Artist.Mutual fascinationHuman relationsMental celebrationsLack of patienceAutomationsPointless fixationsUltimate frustrationToo many temptationsThousands of sensationsMisinterpretationsBut that's what life is...Perhaps I am wrongMaybe these are justMy own random ramblingsThe ramblings of a madwoman,Screaming in a padded cellAppearing sane to othersAnd never standing out in the crowd,Just one of the manyThat no one seems to notice.All too involved in their own livesTo ever really look at anyone else's.Lack of conversationSelfish generationOutrageous expectationsIsolationHesitationStrange situationsImaginationInfatuationExplanationsRevelationsSo much world and so few words.The Beauty Queen worries about her hair,The Little Boy concentrates on his new red balloon,And the Committer of White Collar Crime thinks of stocks.The world keeps turning,People keep moving,And though no one notices,I am here.I have never written a random poem like this. I'm curious to find out what everyone thinks, so please give me some comments......"