At a risk of alienating my readers and social media followers, this week I’ve embarked upon the always risky strategy of publishing my poetry. A controversial pastime which led to the following observations on the blurb of a poetry book I self-published a couple of years back.
Today’s sonnet contains a few observations about the foolhardiness of comfort buying……
It’s a ruse mused bemused norn fella
Animals aren’t we
Food, water, procreation and shelter
Necessities all, rest just padding
Short term comfort fix, till short term brio abates
Prior to indulging in next misguided existential purchase
Bizarrely, expecting a long-standing misery solution.
In globe where happiness sold with prefix ‘i’
There is not ‘i’ in contentment, unless misspelt
There is ‘i’ in misguided, foolish, addiction, possessions and delusional
What brings long-term fulfilment, queries proletariat?
What’s worth of keeping up with the Jones’?
Their discontentment akin to yours
Only further fiscally challenged by their folly.
Should the Jones’ role models be?
Should not the genuinely happy be sought for thy redemption?
Contentment a chalice well concealed
Thought required uncovering the veiled cup
Edify the misguided on strategy spend
As conclusion of sonnet my priority now
While I procure magic beans for our haggard old cow.