Platitudes

Platitudes

Goodness goodness, golly golly, goodness golly gee
Platitudes have never been a worry much for me.
It's not that I stealth’ly plot to roil your gentle soul
Nor look for those subtle flaws on which I might extol;
Perhaps it's that I'm lazy, as lazy as can be
And can't muster the concern, nor spare the energy
Engaging in sad panic, or bright imagined hurt,
To wail, cry, and paint myself, with shite encrusted dirt.
Or perhaps, the theory goes; the theory dear to me,
I merely can't abide all the whining that I see.

Goodness goodness, gracious gracious, goodness gracious me
I must admit this whining, remains a mystery.
This never ends, this parade, parade of wretchedness
Killing hope and confidence and always to excess.
I simply have to wonder, wonder and speculate
Why drive for grief and anguish and slip'ry sided hate?
Is there a need, a need so dark, dark and shut away
That fills your soul, your rancid soul, with rot and decay?
Why manufacture failure, failure for all to see
Why work so hard to slay delight and breed misery?

Goodness gracious, golly gracious, gracious gracious gee,
It all seems barely worth the fuss, this tired misery.
What do you gain, what do you keep, what is your reward?
What monumental payback, results from this accord?
What des'prate motivation, could ever justify
This rampant self destruction, this plucking of thine eye?
P'r'aps you'd best not answer, my concern is feigned at best,
I'd hate for any trouble, to be at my behest
For truth be told, truth that is, free from duplicity,
Platitudes have never been a worry much for me.

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Ignore this part at your leisure, it explains why I wrote the poem and what I was attempting.

Perry/skumpfsklub had written a very good comment on repetition and Jess/Infinite Dwarf had written an excellent capture of my general attitude so I decided to combine the two.  For this piece I deliberately chose an uneven meter/foot  - 13 syllables per line.  Why?  No good reason, mainly because I wanted to.   I also decided to deliberately pursue a sing-song pattern of AABBCCDDAA, thus, hopefully, adding an air of incredulity to the message, especially with the, let's admit, silly opening lines.

I started this about a week ago which is about how long it normally takes me to write anything but a current (6/22/2009) discussion makes this piece more timely than intended.

Structurally this piece is sound only in the gross syllable count and the rhyme pattern.  It fails on exact pacing as the mood and repetition violates any internal consistency but, as a piece that is, at best, cocky, I believe it works as both admonition and "bite me."  Folks who know me will not be surprised.  Newcomers to the site may derive a negative impression of me. 

It's deserved.