What Did the ‘D’ Really Stand For?

 

     It is an abhorrent lie – a complete and utter

bare faced lie and said in your face over and over, again,

  we are not advanced or civilized or even close

     to the societies of many a winged species,

          ‘and that includes the dragons on periphery of vision!’

 

     We are so deceived that ‘my time’ of birth

has many with far away eyes closely kept to

a concrete realm five feet below,

   noting ‘our’ fruit of loins be now the next

      to focus upon pulp fiction and many more

         the same where deciduous has a relevance

             upon nature we protect if numbers and heads of state,

                  but thrown down the pan after evacuation ceremonies.

 

       ‘it is another lie to believe we have money and that,

                     was Tarantino’s tip!’

 

   We know, we do know, in open realms of

      ‘What Is Good For You;-’

            we’re now paying for our friends

  time to try the new ‘craft beers’ except,

    ‘we don’t have the money!’

 

     I am now; friendless.

        I do know there are those that do help and ‘sense’

  our collective loss,

           but they are not allowed to stress such love and empathy -

      for ‘free’ brings to bare upon them, ‘the charity police!’

 

     Why is it, there are so many great people,

        great mums,

           great dads,

              great wisdoms

                 great morals and ethic,

                    great hopes and even greater sacrifices,

                                                        Living states of purgatory in isolation?

 

     There was another tip from Quentin that wasn’t noted

         for genuine concerns from such a bold intellect,

             guns fired, blood was feasted by popcorn eating conditions,

  eyes wide in absolute delight,

       one could even sense Tarantino’s dismay!

 

            There is a write I know,

      A write that made film history by a pairing

         of Cocker and Tarantino,

             ‘they know the fiction, they know the lies,’

                 they’d hoped you’d wake, as did I and cry,

                     they are as you and -

                                   like so many of decency; alone!’

 

 

 

Michael J Waite 6th June 2024.