A poem by James Rice
This stupid emblem of suffocating sameness,
Who am I even to think that you are brainless,
Mr. Rogers in disguise,
A perch at home without the lies.
A picture of where I grew up,
Not a piece of it is stainless,
Euthanize me now because I won’t tell you where the pain is,
Uncouth attitude, bring me to the latitude,
It’s here I don’t belong.
If I say that you are blameless,
Will you tell me where I am,
Because forever is not where fame is,
Letters and pence,
That is what I meant.
I’ll give you a piece of my mind,
Don’t you think that might be dangerous,
My life here is bland so tell me where might be flavorous,
Creation is a thing,
So bring me home and watch me drink.
But for now I’ll save my pen and ink,
Just sit there and watch me think,
Forever is a noun,
Just one word, a sound.