Posted: July 21, 2015 in Poetry
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Sweet innocence of contemporary times,

something that is amiss all to frequently.

Everyone will have their fifteen minutes of fame as one man once said they would.

Patience and impatience,

boredom and content.

Subjected to the elements of everyday life,

to gain some kind of experience,

like new born kittens.

They take what they want,


Every man has his price,

sellouts and ass-kissers,

twenty ways to see the world.

© Alex Turner 2015

  1. Riley Reed says:

    I love this! I nominated you for the Creative Blogger Award:

    Liked by 1 person

  2. hachidana says:

    Really like your poem, im going to share your site on my blog so your poetry is spread!

    Liked by 1 person

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