This is a question of who to blame
And how we make our money.
This is a question of how much shame
We are willing to endure,
For a word that is only that,
A pretence of a feeling.
This is not a question of our pain
Or our morals.
This is not a question of
Who we really are
Or why.
This is only a question of sex,
A question of desire and lust,
Therefore a question of money,
A question of the material,
The aesthetic.
Comments
Sooz006 | November 3, 2010 - 16:31
Read this four times and liked it more on each read. I have been considering a similar question today, though not in terms of poetry. So this piece seemed relevant to my state of mind. Liked this, thanks.
samhennig | November 3, 2010 - 16:33
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it :)
insertponceyfre... | November 3, 2010 - 18:35
yes I like this too, it's definitely something you want to read a few times. "a question of whom to blame" - are you sure it should be whom? It sounds wrong to me
samhennig | November 3, 2010 - 19:04
Who instead? Perhaps what? Whom does sound a bit silly, but I can't lay my finger on the right word.
insertponceyfre... | November 3, 2010 - 23:11
I think it should be who - but I'm only going by what sounds right to me. I've totally forgotten the rules of it all
samhennig | November 3, 2010 - 23:31
I don't think poetry is about rules
samhennig | November 3, 2010 - 23:32
I definitely prefer who!
insertponceyfre... | November 3, 2010 - 23:43
not poetry rules - grammar rules!
samhennig | November 4, 2010 - 00:01
I knew that haha
samhennig | November 4, 2010 - 13:15
No that's not the way i saw it, but that's fine, it's up for interpretation. I wrote it more from the perspective of any person who lives a completely material existence, where sex replaces love almost as a commodity if that makes sense?