This poem is inspired by one written a few weeks ago: Hollywood
Hollywood relied on a play of words to say something concise about a serious subject.
It also used a ‘playground metre’ to give it a ring-of-roses feel; the hope being to replicate the flippancy frequently shown dark matters.
Especially when they don’t or haven’t impacted directly/personally.
Considering there are two ‘light’ aspects in such a short space of words, I wondered post posting if perhaps it might seem intended that way and no other . . .
Then anxiety got involved, started shouting. Said:
‘You can’t expect to sum up the entire human condition like that. Hollywood implies Holly didn’t. That unlike all the other women, Holly chose to walk away. Like it was a choice to be had; like somehow blame belongs with the woman. For somehow being impious or bad. When the intent was to say: so long as people are forced; made to, coerced; given no choice or route to just recourse. They’re never free to give one-hundred-percent of themselves.’
So, if any confirmation is needed, I offer:
Things haven’t worked out He’s got to go Where? No one knows Freebird couch-surf Maybe even a whole Hell-yeah bed-hop better If still having a bit of the old oh Romeo Romeo knocking about Whale of a time just waiting For an absent father, long lost dad But she She has to stay Pay all the bills Keep the kids fed There’s no instead Just knuckle down whatever it takes To get them up from out of a bed Ready for school in the right uniform Safely collected at gates For dinners on plates then tucked up again Never mind how big the wage gap Or degrading when the bottom of the barrel’s slapped The phone taking up-skirts on the train home Threats of rape online when finally there Lingering with potential Or why don’t they stop? Told how to look, what inch heel to wear Even whether she’s the right to abort By strangers Who on any given day Make the comments and remarks Give the put-downs and looks Thanks in the form of incels Hitting with trucks for lack of fucks F.F.S. Entitled, expecting sleazy payback For all the sacrifice made, care a mum took
Thanks for reading,
N. P. Ryan.