Poem by Emilee M Barrington Conformity a grand symphony From Pleasing conductors I get phony Sitting on one wobbly stool I get lonely One orchestrated song and 9 chosen instruments Controlled by string translucent restraints The Heart beat song plays hesitant My grand woman inside sees low As the pleased audience sits in bow tie row Why didn’t any children get to go? We all hear three cell phones Singing the perfect tone We start to play the tune to fit our comfort zone Conductor stops us cold Orchestra sits stiff and bold Men wearing hats come in I look directly to the fold Peeking at the music notes they aren’t that fly Two strobe lights get my attention to reply Conformity doesn’t make me try The television prompters say keep playing In my mind I’m praying Audience goes directly bored only from the delaying Conductor is watching me sit Lower plump lip is gently bit Promoting me to be in that trance puts me in a split Black and White keys follow his lead My sister in the back has no choice but to lick her reed Promoting this as a good deed Audience just threw a bone My free Creativity I uncontrollably loan This song I don’t recognize as my own Entertaining the crowds with a sweet glaze My chair is wobbling in a short lasting faze Why do they tell me I’m controlling this music maze? Raising my neck a little higher in the month of May Just as long as they are happy we all play Crowd would be dancing if this was 1960’s ray The stool I built up for myself is falling This time there is no stalling My wandering talents is god calling Strong legs stand staying strong from walking my Canadian land This random hidden movement is moving my hand Now standing up forcing my legs to stand I see this golden theater was made with grace Why exactly do I try to charm as I join this race Then when will I reach home base? I’m entertaining to win some sort for prize I’m sick of this song filled with unaware sighs As gold flakes are like contacts in my eyes Who do I look for for a lend Will anyone care if I’d just stop to fix this mend? Almost at the end Officially my mind goes broke Out of luck all I get is a poke This event is causally sponsored by coke Symphony organization faintly stops The janitor comes out smiling with Ray in his ears as he mops Janitor inspires me to play the fugues hip hops Ready or not here I come you can’t hide I watch every moment to see if he’ll make me a bride Seeing blue skies I know God is open wide What truly is entertainment? Couldn’t it just be walking free talking on the pavement? Leaving this scene tomorrow my time will be well spent.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 15:41:54 +0000
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