Revising the Popular Opinion for Better or Worse
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Dreaming of a life where normal was overrated
No white picket fences to be seen for miles and miles
No suburban nausea inducing cliché for this narrator
What's the point anyways to even strive for it?
Considered not even in the same hemisphere as everyone else
Didn't fit the bill of every suburbanite pretending to be nice
Until they get behind closed doors and let their freak flags fly
Nothing quite Fifty Shades of Serial Killer material
But the opportunity where people can wear sweatpants
And love the idea of watching television with their partners
Tired of pretending to accept the status quo like it was their job
Swallowing every bitter pill the news or cable television dishes out
Faking the notion that everything was happy go lucky in the world
When it was nothing but turmoil and one violent incident after another
Politicians and newsmakers seemed to now thrive on anarchy
Instead of rallying the country to get along with their differences
Of course, no one has to sing campfire songs in the woods
Too much of a Disney movie; not enough real life
Embracing some of the current climate of a rebellious nature
Smiling and laughing at the most cringe worthy moments
Becoming a little bit more like Winston Smith and a little less Stepford
Loving the smell of napalm in the early morning hours
Almost like Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now
Once saddened in a cloud of silly putty filled disappointment
Now, completely enraged from accepting the populous propaganda
Preferred to go against the shaving grain and go in the opposite direction
Fed up with wearing the same generic uniform everyone else wears
Decided to wear either bright neon type colors or dress like a cat burglar
Depending on the weather or which version of a psychopath I wake up as
Burned every dress I ever owned once upon a time
Abandoned every stretched out pair of panty hose in the dresser drawer
Feminine traditions abandoned more for comfort than style
Fed up with faking every emotional moment to please the masses
Time for some brutally blunt honesty
Let's just hope that the neighbors can take it
If not, they might be leaving in droves
Property values will never be the same.
Comments
Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on November 30, 2018:
That first line really brings me into this poem. I, too, believe that normal is overrated. Mark