the leftovers

the leftovers

A Poem by delapruch
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like passengers on the plane who didn’t die in the crash

they twitch with guilt & hope that they will able to stay

one more day

on the sinking ship,

because to be swimming out there

amongst the unemployed

amongst those in the empire who have been

flushed down the f*****g drain

(no matter how many years they have slaved away

doing whatever it is that they had done

no matter how hard they had worked &

no matter how much their family, their friends or

their whole life depended on it)

is a fate that they just didn’t count on

when they believed in the

american dream---

now they sit with each other &

wait for the pep-talk

which will be spewed forth from the

carnivorous teeth still dripping with blood,

the vultures who fly out to feast,

those who relish in the empty seats &

the absence of one more salary

which the corporation will no longer have to supply---

funny thing is,

after all that has happened in just this one day,

one of today’s survivors of this colossal layoff

has the audacity to claim that when a new person is in the

white house

that all these problems will wash away---

somehow still believing in the system,

this brainwashed, sell-out, zombie

asks their neighbor (themselves sitting in disgust at the very sight of

all the most recent carnage)

who they are gonna vote for---

the person turns to them saying

“i’ve never voted…i don’t believe in this bullshit system…never has there been a day where it was more obvious” &

the zombie responds as if they had not listened to one word,

as if they were completely unaffected by the whole real scenario

that had just transpired, saying

“you know, if you don’t vote, you have no right to complain…you do know that, right?”

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..