Furlough Days

Here is a poem written by one of my best friends, Mary Beth. She's basically a bunch of awesomeness and hunour mixed with a splash of weirdnes. Perfectness.


Furlough Days


There seems to be no solution
To this pollution
This mind fuck of information
This constant sensation
Caused by each generation
That’s affecting the whole nation
Nothing to be done by politicians
With their tall tales of fiction
It’s worse than an addiction
Cause there is no fixation
No single dictation
Or calculation
That can fix these relations
But here I come with this proclamation
And dedication
To help our education
There is no reason to write this dissertation
Besides to voice my frustration
About these fake fabrications
When they are truly devastations
Seen as inevitable extinction
Why is no one seeing with clear vision?
The need to take action
Is the right kind of reaction?
And to come to a new destination
Have some better comprehension
There should be no disorientation
For something with this duration
We’re filled with trepidation
This saddening expression
Is occupying my attention
But on occasion
There is fake jubilation
False elation
Undeserving celebration
This sort of flirtation
Without direction
They find relief in a contradiction
With increased inebriation
They create a worse situation
This unwanted alcoholic association
That creates stereotypes affecting the whole schools population
There is not a single notion
In my hearts palpitations
That this subjugation
Will ever have a solution